Mu Chuqing's Bohemian skirt is a belt around her neck. It's easy to wear, simple and beautiful, but in a sense, it's also dangerous.

The Bohemian skirt on her body is a bra, because her blonde hair is scattered, so there is not much to see.

Now by Sheng Yuchen lift long hair, large white skin revealed.

Although the Bohemian skirt is a bra, its position is higher than the usual dress. It's not too exaggerated to wear such a dress in summer.

But, how now this atmosphere, so full of ambiguous blurred feeling?

In the final analysis, or Sheng Yuchen this man's fault.

Sheng Yuchen reaches out to Mu Chuqing's back neck. Her big and powerful hands fall on the knot of her clothes, and her warm fingers fall on her skin, which makes her suddenly recover.

"... I'll do it myself!"

She subconsciously turned around and looked up to find that there was just a mirror in front of her. Looking at the man standing behind her in the mirror, her breath suddenly choked and a flash of embarrassment flashed on her face. She bowed her head to ignore him and pretended to be indifferent. But the next second, she was tightly held in her arms from behind, and her arm was across her waist.

Mu Chuqing shoulders shrunk, closely followed, ear and men's hot breath pasted over.

"Chuqing..." a magnetic voice, tinged with a little hoarse, thin lips with a touch of temperature, fell on her smooth and white shoulders.

Mu Chuqing looks at the mirror in front of him. The black suit has always been his main color. It is atmospheric and noble, deep and charming all the time.

She is always easily bewitched by him, because he really has a kind of Force Majeure for her.

She could be a real monster.

"Don't..."

His hand gently stroked her abdomen, and then the palm fell on her waist. He held it with a little force, and suddenly came the soft touch of the skin in the light gauze.

Hearing mu Chuqing's low refusal, Sheng Yuchen raised her eyelids and looked at her with dark eyes staring at her.

Mu Chuqing clenched her lips and looked at her through the mirror. Her red face was angry, and her eyes glared at her angrily, but generally speaking, she was the most shy.

Sheng Yuchen clings to her from behind. Mu Chuqing's toes move forward because of his strength. During this period, she slightly lowers her head, and her hair runs to the front. She reaches out her hand to open it. She doesn't dare to look up in the mirror, lowers her head, and her long eyelashes vibrate slightly. Her beauty is really soul stirring. No matter before or now, which one is his favorite appearance.

Sheng Yuchen never denied that he was willing to sink only in this woman.

He watched her closely, raised his other hand and gently picked the rope around her neck.

Mu Chuqing only felt that a force on her neck suddenly relaxed. Then, Sheng Yuchen's fiery big palm stroked her arc graceful back.

Mu Chuqing trembled slightly, some of them could not stand steadily, and his face was even more red, just like a cooked shrimp.

"Ah Chen... Stop it."

Mu Chuqing's breath slightly panted, but the tremolo in his voice tickled his heart.

Sheng Yuchen hugs her waist and suddenly loosens her hand. A cool and refreshing feeling comes. Mu Chuqing shouts, and her skirt has suddenly fallen to the ground.

Women in summer, women's clothes.

It's so simple and dangerous.