The corners of Gracilaria's mouth rose, and she turned over with her body, hugged Su Kui in her arms, wrapped it in the quilt, and said lazily with a hoarse, low voice: "Does the cat think I look like a beast in a coat? But I think I am. What do you think of a gentleman with a righteous man?"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a pain in the waist suddenly, and the soft flesh was picked up by a small hand and twisted severely.
Jiang Lingling gasped in pain, shook his head and sighed: "Fast wife, damn wife! I will suffer in the future!" She was disgusted with her mouth, but there was a smile in her eyes, playfully lifted her finger up with her fingers. The strands of hair were tangled, and then I saw it bursting out of my fingers in circles.
Time and time again, the fun is unabated.
Su Kui was made impatient, and she sneered after hearing his answer, and her little hand became restless.
The two under the quilt were close to each other. Gracilaria's pupils tightened, hummed, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic, as if he was enduring some torture at the moment, with his lips pressed tightly, and a thin line appeared on his chest with interlaced scars. Sweat beads.
"Cat, don't get angry!" He bit her round earlobe and warned in a low voice, as if a fire was hidden in his eyes.
Su Kui raised his lips lightly when he heard the words, and squinted at him like a silky eye, and his subordinates pressed hard.
"Well-"
Gracilaria could no longer sit still, and the hand that was holding her loosened weakly. The man who used to kill decisively and survived the bloody storm alone now let a girl ten years younger than him ride on him and cause chaos. , His pale face gradually became blush, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat.
Broken sunlight poured into the room through the large open window sills, and lotus-green cheongsam and pink gowns were scattered messily under the bed. They were picked up by the breeze and floated slightly. The plain bed curtains are caressed, occasionally revealing a corner of the bed, although it is fleeting.
Gracilaria leaned against the bedpost, pale and long, and his scarred body stretched out towards the girl. Wherever those soft and shiny hands went, there was an unspeakable passion, and it was hard to hold on to it.
Su Kui lay on his chest, clasping his slender and cool fingers with a chuckle, his other hand kept moving, causing fire everywhere.
"Um... cat, cat—"
Gracilaria suddenly raised his head suddenly, a burning red glow appeared from neck to chest, and his slender neck was like an elegant swan. Panting in his mouth, the sheets under him were caught in folds, and sweat dripped from the forehead along the chin, and hit the plain sheets under him, smudging them into a landscape of ink.
Afterwards, Su Kui got out of the quilt and raised Gracilaria's chin. The two pairs of peachy eyes that were equally romantic and wanton faced each other. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Now, tell me, who is irritating? Huh?"
"Heh—" Gracilaria's eyes closed tightly, and he opened his eyes slightly when he heard the words. The slender eyelashes were dyed with water vapor, and the sweat-soaked face became more and more clear as bamboo and warm as jade.
A low smile overflowed from his mouth, and his chest rose and fell with gasping, obviously the aftertaste of passion has not faded.
She was the one who angered, and she was the one who put out the fire!
Unexpectedly, her boldness is not just as simple as the surface. More, it is the wildness emanating from the bones.
The wild cat with sharp claws was pressed into a hurry. Although it wouldn't hurt you, it could play you in the applause and follow her mind.
For the first time in life, I have experienced the relationship between men and women. Jiang Lingling felt that the feeling of sweating and relaxing after a battle was no different from the feeling of subduing the entire dark power of Shanghai.