Hongli picked up Nalan, climbed the wooden steps, walked up the couch, and put Nalan on the couch, and then his chest was close to Nalan's chest, although he was separated by clothes, Nalan still felt hot.

"We haven't made it clear yet." Nalan didn't want to leave a word behind.

"Shhhh Just now, I thought it was my fault, and my mind was muddy. That lazy and relaxed tone gave Nalan the illusion that the person who questioned him just now was not Hongli.

"I. My hair hasn't dried yet. ”

At this moment, the posture of the two of them really made Nalan feel nervous, especially the one who could still feel the desire of men despite the clothes, such a sensory intuition made Nalan dare not face Hongli again.

"That's not the point." Hongli ruffled the wet hair covering his chest, lowered his head and began to kiss Nalan's neck.

"The point is, I can't wait."

Nalan sighed, and the next moment, Hongli's eyes deepened, covered with a layer of desire.

"Aren't you still there with Lan Ying yesterday?"

I don't know why Lan Ying was suddenly mentioned, Hongli was stunned, but then chuckled.

"You're a taste."

"Nope." Nalan parted his face and didn't want to say more.

Hongli lowered his eyes and smiled, and pinched Nalan's face.

"I knew yesterday that I was going to have a big meal today, so I didn't eat a small meal, so you have to compensate me today."

Nalan heard what Hongli meant, and looked at Hongli with surprise on his face, and Hongli smiled proudly.

"Satisfied?"

Nalan shook his head, but he looked disdainful, obviously not believing it.

"I believe it." Hongli laughed, and his big hands began to dance on Nalan's body.

Suddenly, Nalan's body was suddenly pushed up, and his forehead was about to hit the wooden board at the head of the bed, Hongli took the pillow and put it in front of Nalan's head, also afraid that she would hit the wooden board.

"Nope." Nalan whimpered, she felt a long-lost wetness in the quiet depths of her lower body, she shouldn't have it, she just had a bathrobe on her body, and now the bathrobe was completely opened by Hongli, and Hongli's clothes were indeed neat.

The body was kneaded and numb, and the waist twisted involuntarily, and extreme pleasure surged in, Nalan tightened his waist, and his whole body trembled, reaching the peak.

There was Hongli's low laughter in his ears, so confident, so arrogant, so gentle.

"Do you like it?" With a narrow smile and the pleasure of success, Hongli asked in Nalan's ear.

Nalan couldn't wait to hit the plank and die, it was himself who was indulged in **** just now, passively being played and tricked by him, but he watched himself indulge in **** for a long time.

"Do you like it?"

Unexpectedly, Nalan would look at him with that seductive look, Hongli's eyes darkened, and the smile disappeared immediately, lifting Nalan's body and half-sitting on his lap.

"I like it tight."

Nalan didn't expect Hongli to lift his body, but then, he began to untie Hongli's clothes, since it had come to this point, there was nothing to hide.

"Why bother." Hongli chuckled, adjusted his position, and said in a low voice: "You brought this on yourself." ”

Quickly unbuttoned his clothes, hugged Nalan tightly, straightened his waist, and then heard Nalan snort.

"You take it slowly." Nalan groaned in pain, looking up at Nalan with a flushed face, almost pleading.

Hongli's deep eyes flowed with a possessive look, and his moist thin lips kissed Nalan's forehead, kissing Nalan's eyes like a dragonfly, so pity, so gentleness, and so moving.

The most primitive rhythm, the intercourse of flesh, Nalan's toes curled up into a ball, his fingers tightly pulled into the quilt, and the indescribable excitement drowned the whole body, Nalan closed the trembling eyelashes, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Lan'er, wait for me." The soft voice in the ear, and whose voice is it.