While he was still handling the sachet, a pair of weak, boneless hands hugged his waist.

A strange touch spread from his waist to his fingertips, making him curl up a bit.

Chi Yao's hands moved up and down in a chaotic manner, causing different reactions everywhere she went.

Song Wei turned to face Chi Yao, looked at her misty eyes, couldn't help gritting her teeth, and said in a low voice: "Yaoyao, you just fell for Hehuan incense, I can help you..."

In the next second, Chi Yao, who was slightly padded to his feet, her lips lightly imprinted the corners of his mouth, her hands wrapped around his neck, and the wet touch was infinitely magnified at the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his head and looked at her with dark eyes, his revealing eyes with longing desire, and at this time he was like a tiger and leopard with deep meaning, licking his "food".

The bony and slender hands carelessly picked open her thin and cool coat, revealing her clear inside, and her fair skin can reveal a different beauty even in the dark night.

The cold and holy face in the past has a blurry and seductive beauty at this time, and the huge contrast makes people can't help but palpitate.

Chi Yao's sweet and soft voice sounded softly in the room, "Song Xuan..."

The clarity and longing that flashed in her eyes silently acquiesced to what she had not finished saying with her eyes.

Song Wei raised her eyebrows slightly, her demonic face showed a little evil spirit, and her eyes full of desire seemed to take off her remaining underwear.

He picked her up horizontally and walked slowly in the direction of the bed, Chi Yao writhed powerlessly in this grinding pace, and his restless little hands wanted to continue to stick to the coldness, wanting to absorb his coolness to cool himself.

Song Wei ignored her little hands, but watched her movements with a smile and put her on the bed again.

Seeing her little hands that wanted to untie her belt keep groping, her face began to look anxious, and the movements of her hands became more and more chaotic.

Chi Yao simply took a turn of heart, and directly opened the front of the placket in front of him, and the clothes that were pulled apart revealed Song Xun's lean and white chest, and the delicate collarbone was also exposed in the air.

Chi Yao ignored the coldness of this place, but it provoked a chuckle from Song Xuan.

Chi Yao blinked her watery eyes, looking at him with innocent and clear eyes, her slightly flushed cheeks seemed to be dyed with rouge for her, and she was like a celestial.

Song Xuan rolled the Adam's apple, put his hand on the belt, and gently tugged at it, and the disobedient belt in Chi Yao's hand stayed in his hand at the moment.

Chi Yao looked at the belt in his hand, and was stunned for a moment without moving, just quietly sticking to his chest.

Song Wei gritted her back molars, stood her up, and picked up the thin and soft belt with her slender fingers. Cover her wet eyes, and then keep provoking her body.

Without the restraint of the belt, the clothes that used to be slim were now loosely draped aside.

Chi Yao subconsciously wanted to take off the belt at the eye, but Song Xuan's wrist was buckled, and his sexy and hoarse voice whispered in her ear: "Don't move." ”

Then he rubbed his temples around her ear, biting her earlobe, and watching the tips of her ears gradually turn red before he would stop.

Then he gently pushed her down on the bed and raised his hand to lower the curtain in front of the bed.

(End of chapter)