He hugged her and entered the elevator, the shouting behind made him more and more cold, if it wasn't for the usefulness of keeping it, for her, it depends on her attitude, depending on what she says, he would have solved it a long time ago!

Hum! He's Hei Siyu, when can't he deal with people?

However, for her sake, I was always scrupling and thinking about how to keep her from getting angry, or, hide it from her. How to hide it from her.

He's a black priest, and he's really afraid of her.

Afraid that she doesn't want him, afraid that she is really angry, afraid of her, really hurt.

But with the pleasure of severe pain, step by step, he tortured her and tortured himself.

He put people on the huge luxurious sofa, so light.

She was in a coma, so I didn't know he was so light and affectionate.

She also thought that he really didn't want her anymore, and he could really give it up.

He snorted coldly, telling you what to think and what not to think! Never learn well!

You also say that I will always be too domineering, and you will never be well-behaved!

He squatted beside her, quietly looking at Ye's face, thinking about that, and his face was even colder.

Then he frowned and reached out and clasped her cheeks, "Don't you want to roll out of the coma?" What kind of nonsense is this mouth talking about? He said this deliberately, on purpose, and he didn't remember her appearance enough.

Le, you always say that I won't be like this, not like that.

Now, I think a lot and laugh, you know? I'll think, how to make you love me only, I'll want to laugh and make you happy.

However, I also think, you are really, so bad.

I'm going to punish you well, you're so bad! How can you smile so happily at someone else? How can you let someone else dare to come out as your fiancé?

It's really a lack of punishment, Le, you're really bad!

He squinted at his rounded mouth, moist.

His heart was full of eagerness, and he immediately rose up.

His eyes gradually changed, she was right in front of her, he was right in front of her, he could really hug her into his arms.

Good, tight, cuddled in arms, ravaged, yes, ravaged.

He deliberately said, "Are you thirsty?" Moisturize you. ”

Then the thin lips, tight, were attached.

With ferocity, urgency. Hunger!

The hands that clasped her cheeks also loosened, and they pressed her lips hard, and they were distorted.

The growing madness and eagerness are uncontrollable.

That kind of wheezing, uncontrollable, so desperate to be ruthless, just like that, buried in.

But when she moved slightly in discomfort and frowned.

He paused violently and stopped all movements.

Stunned, he stuck to her, and even stopped breathing.

What happens when you wake up? That's how we should be, okay?

He thought, making another excuse for his restlessness.

She seemed to move only uncomfortably, her frown loosened, and she fell asleep peacefully.

He was silent for a moment, then couldn't help biting her lip.

The big hand also unceremoniously poked in.

Le, I really want to.

His frenzied restlessness.

But when she moved slightly, she made a soft sound.

Suddenly pulled away from her, "What the hell did you say before you fell unconscious?" ”

He roared, "Hemp! With a loud noise, he loosened his shirt buttons, and his body was excited, and he looked at the woman roughly.

With his chest heaving, he turned around and ran to the desk, took the cup to catch the water, and threw himself back.

Still panting heavily, he squinted and turned his head to look at the woman lying there.

(Battlefield Literature)