Chapter 459

Just when she thought she was sitting on the wet grass, she grabbed her arm and hugged her.

When the cold reached for her to stand firm, then holding her next to the reclining chair sat down.

The couch used to bask in the sun is only enough for one person. At the moment, two people are very narrow.

Song Qinghuan had to sit tight against the cold, holding his skirt with his fingers.

The two just sat there, watching as they ate.

Zishi watched his master and song Qinghuan staring at him all the time. He pretended to be forced to eat and turn around. He shook his head to be cute from time to time. He looked very happy.

Song Qinghuan gently opened her lips and asked, "the man who poisoned the villa is not Shi mu. Have you found out who it is?"

"Leave it alone. I'll take care of it." When the cold, voice light slow, but cold face, but also hidden a trace of murderous.

Water eyes trembled, song Qinghuan some shame speechless, full of black lines: "I almost died, how can I care? I know that my life is worthless in your eyes, but can you stop saying that in front of me? You are so striking. You are not afraid that I will beat you up. "

When the cold eyes set on her, light hook lips: "can, please beat, but the place is not right, go to the bedroom, the best bed."

Song Qinghuan's face turned red in an instant, and then glared at him fiercely.

When the cold and light way: "you want to slant also stare at me? Song Qinghuan, do you think you can do me a favor with your skill? So still go to bed, the bed is soft, fall also don't hurt

Song Qinghuan is funny and angry. He struggles to encircle his slender hand and hums: "I don't care about you, let me go!"

"No!" When the cold breath in the ear, itchy, hot, the next moment he held her earlobe.

Song Qinghuan's body was tight. Before he struggled, shiyuhan had fallen on the couch with her in his arms.

His body was dark and empty, and he couldn't find a balance. Song Qinghuan could only stick tightly to Shi Yuhan's arms and put his head on his face: "what are you doing? Don't make trouble..."

Warm breath spray on the face, when the cold kiss her lips, very skillfully pry open her teeth, straight in, taste her attractive sweet.

His kiss power is very overbearing, song Qinghuan a little flustered, confused in a mess.

Gradually, their breathing became a little disordered.

When the cold hand, uncontrollably in Song Qinghuan waist free, and then with scorching heat into the clothes.

Song Qinghuan's body was softened by the kiss, and his mind was confused. But he didn't lose his sense completely. He suddenly woke up and reached for his chest.

When the cold in her lips not light not heavy to suck a, and then reluctantly will she let go.

His mind agitated, eyes staring at Song Qinghuan: "wait for you, see how I deal with you."

She stretched out her hand again to push away from the cold, but she didn't want to. She couldn't push away.

When the cold against her forehead, tone with a little blame way: "let you don't care, how is regardless of your life or death, eh?"