She wiped her eyes hard with the back of her hand.

Luo Qingyu, you are crying!

Feng Xiaoxun, that pervert, didn't even cry, you were so angry, but now you're crying after being scalded?

Too bear...

She wanted to smile as usual, pretending to be careless.

But just as he looked up, a smile had not yet caught the corner of his mouth, and he lifted her chin. He sighed softly: "What a worry-free little fool. If you don't have a moment, you will be in trouble..."

Luo Qingyu's heart jumped and turned around and wanted to avoid it.

But he clamped her chin and left her nowhere to escape.

She raised her eyes passively, facing his deep eyes as deep as the sea, and her reflection was clearly reflected inside. There was doting and helplessness in his eyes...

Luo Qingyu looked at the deep eyes, his heartbeats like thunder for a moment, and his mind is blank.

As the eyes blinked, a tear dripped down the corners of my eyes...

His head was bent down, and his lips covered hers...

Oh my God, her mouth is about to hurt so much, he still wants to kiss her?!

Luo Qingyu struggled for a moment, opened his eyes wide, and wanted to push him away.

But he tightly clamped her waist, and his other hand fixed the back of her head, making her unable to avoid it: "Be good, let me heal you..."

He whispered with her little mouth in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue first brushed her lips.

Then he pried open her lips and teeth hard, walked into her little mouth, swept her mouth, and did not miss any place...

It's strange that her mouth was originally hot and blisters were burning on the tip of her tongue, but wherever his tongue passed, it was a little cool, and the pain disappeared...

This is really a special treatment method.

As the pain disappeared, the tide in her body seemed to be ignited again, and her breathing became rapid.

And Di Shiyin hugged her soft body, and the lingering moment of last night flashed in his mind, and his desire was bursting.

The originally healed kiss turned into a deep kiss.

"Master...Master..." Luo Qingyu took a breath of air conditioning and screamed anxiously.

But his lips were still pressed against hers, so her scream was blurred...

"Be good, call me husband." Di Shiyin was obviously interested and said this, and his lips wrapped around her again.

With his arms closed, her body fits tighter with him—

Luo Qingyu's eyes blurred, his body fell, and he pressed onto the bed again-

"No... don't..." Luo Qingyu felt panicked. Last night, he and he wanted to understand the erotic poison on his body. Now-

"Qingyu, be good, give it to me again..."

Indra's voice became hoarse, and the delicate body in his arms made him erotic.
Chapter completed!