He sighed against his ear, "Should I take a bath first?"
A certain string on the body was tangled by her. Auguste clasped her wrist, and stared at her tightly because he was dissatisfied with her answer, "You should answer my question, you like it. What flower?"
Su Kui laughed all of a sudden, shook off his hand and started to unbutton his shirt, and sneered at his cold eyes, "Rose, the red rose, the rose that represents love, why, do you want to plant it for me?"
Auguste stared into her eyes and nodded seriously, "Okay."
"Sneez—" Su Kui chuckled, raised his hand and grabbed his tie to press him down on the **, with a smile on his face, "Dear Mr. Partridge, it is better to say these irrelevant words Come and do something practical? Huh?"
"Jiang Lai, you..." He wanted to say that he was serious, and his lips were blocked in the next second.
Her lips are cold, as cold as her heart. She was very engaged when kissing him, but he couldn't see her misty eyes. The more so, the more he was addicted to trying to pierce the mist and peek into her heart.
My heart is desolate.
He turned against the guest, and suddenly turned over, trapped her under him by his tall body.
Men are inherently superior in this regard.
Su Kui was so leisurely lying under him, rubbing his cheeks with cold fingers. Auguste could clearly see her face with a lazy smile on her brows, eyes and lips, and heard the rustling voice in her mouth. , The force holding his tie in her hand gradually deepened, and she raised her red lips, "What are you still hesitating? Isn't this what you want?"
The plain-toothed red lips close at hand, between one and the other, the careless amorous feelings are extremely sultry.
He pursed his lips and stared at her, still unable to see any emotions, "If you speak, I can temporarily..."
A cold finger touched his lips, she raised her eyebrows and refused, "No, it's better to do it now, otherwise, I don't know when it will be replaced by cannon fodder. I don't want to see it—"
Her words made him feel distressed. He wanted to say that he really didn't want to do it. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Su Kui bit his lip, the familiar feeling made her raise her eyebrows, and she chuckled during the fight, "Does it feel like this? Or can't you?"
You can not-
The original pity was replaced by anger. Auguste gritted his teeth bitterly. A man can be questioned, but he can't be questioned. He thinks, he needs to let her know whether he can do it!
"You forced me, Jiang Lai!" He did her today to let her know what it means to be OK!
With big palms hard, the thin summer clothes were easily torn into pieces by him. The snow-white skin was exposed to the air, making his eyes red, and he felt thirsty in his throat.
So, he followed his instincts and found a place where he could quench his thirst, so powerful that he almost bit her skin.
Su Kui frowned and said nothing, his deep blue eyes stared at her pupils in an unusually persistent manner, his big palm and his hands wanted to lift her impulse.
In the end, however, he had to stop disappointed and straightened up, breathing heavily.
She was not emotional at all—
The more seductive the red lips moisturized by the water color, the more people feel that she is too far away, far out of reach.
"Why stop?" She lay flat on the black silk quilt, her dark hair and messy eyes asked flatly.