Cheng Yanqiu's body was a little stiff, and his ass was at a loss that he had nowhere to put it.

As for the wind groan......

She noticed it the moment Cheng Yanqiu's muscles stiffened, but she pretended not to know.

That's right, she did it on purpose.

You can't eat meat, so it's always good to have some soup.

For the little thing between men and women, although Feng Yin has not participated in it, he has seen a lot.

She has never experienced so many world planes once, who will believe it!

But this is true, who told her that she can't live long in any plane, even if she finally lives for a few more years, she is still rushing to earn her life, how can she have the leisure to think about anything else.

But now she had to think about it.

This is her last plane, and if she dies, she is really dead, and if she doesn't want to, she feels like a little lost.

I've heard a lot of people say that it's wonderful, and she understands it more in writing, and she doesn't understand what the actual beauty is, but she wants to try it.

After establishing a relationship with Cheng Yanqiu, Feng Yin had a bit of a lustful idea.

It's just that Cheng Yanqiu's health is too poor, and she is afraid that he will die.

She's a person with a picky eye, and it's not anyone's ability, so ......

She wanted to inspect the goods.

She knows that Cheng Yanqiu is weak, but doesn't being weak mean that some places can't work?

"Hmm-"

Feng Yin rubbed again, and leaned comfortably towards Cheng Yanqiu, the position is self-evident.

Cheng Yanqiu stiffened even more.

If anyone could see it, they could see Cheng Yanqiu's face was red, and his two hands were nowhere to be placed in mid-air.

The wind groaned lying on Cheng Yanqiu's lap, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Yes, the inspection is satisfactory.

This thought turned, and Wind Groan was really confused.

The smell on Cheng Yanqiu's body is very good, with a faint scent of grass, and I don't know what shower gel he uses.

With this thought, Feng Yin fell asleep after a while.

Cheng Yanqiu, who was stiff, didn't dare to move his body.

The warm breath of the wind was felt clearly on his thighs, and he exhaled and inhaled, and it was very even.

"You little conscienceless will fall asleep."

"It's really just a matter of flirting, no matter how buried it."

Cheng Yanqiu reacted after the autumn, what was Feng Yin doing.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

Is this not believed in his abilities?

But when you think about it, who can believe it?

Even his own mother told Cheng Yanqiu in a roundabout way that if he really got married, he must be better at Fengyin.

The way the looked at him at the time, it was so complicated.

But Cheng Yanqiu couldn't explain this.

"Push-ups - seven left, come on!"

Cheng Yanqiu, who was silently cheering himself up, tried to calm his stiffness, and his two helpless hands finally fell.

Listening to the sound of the wind's breathing, Cheng Yanqiu also fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, he was in bed.

Cheng Yanqiu chuckled in his heart, could it be that he dreamed of something?

He groped with one hand on the bed, and there was no one else but himself.

Cheng Yanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at the time.

Three forty in the morning.

He slept so dead?

There is also a note under the phone, which was left by Feng Yin.

Feng Yin told him that she had gone downstairs and would go to the morning market tomorrow morning, and would come back from buying breakfast, and told him to wait for her.

Morning?

Cheng Yanqiu, who thought of something, first sent a message to Feng Yin, then got up, washed, cleaned himself, put on shoes that were convenient for walking, and waited.

At noon, Feng Yin saw Cheng Yanqiu's news, went upstairs after packing up, and rang Cheng Yanqiu's doorbell.