Chapter 187

Yang Lihe originally planned to share a room with Yan Zitong. The two sisters wanted to have a chat with each other.

Looking at Yan Zi Tong was a tall and strong man fiercely pressed on the wall, first slightly Zheng, Zheng after, pick eyebrow smile, do not speak, toward Yan Zi Tong made a "wish you good luck" rogue eyes. It's very interesting to turn around and leave.

When I left, I still had a smile on my face. My beautiful eyes were full of excitement and expectation.

It was as if she had seen such a beautiful and heavy play.

Well, that's normal. In the goblin's skull, the picture is always more powerful than others.

Now see such a scene, if she does not brain fill a few times, it is too sorry for her style.

Yan Zi Tong's brain is a little bit blank at the moment. Her eyes are like ink, looking directly at the man who is less than a fist distance from her.

His pulse is burning like an eagle like a torch. He just stares at her without blinking, burning.

The breath sprayed on her face, brushing every cell of her. Familiar feeling, into her nose, hit all over her body.

Her hands were clasped on the walls on both sides by his big hands, and her fingers crossed with her. There was a faint rough feeling in the palm.

Yan Zi Tong feels that he is almost suffocated by him. He wants to break free, but he is totally powerless to resist and parry.

She is like a fish on the drill board, letting him break up.

"Where have you been?" His deep voice rang out in her ear, like the melodious human Cello Sound, and stirred every string of her body.

As he opened his mouth, a strong smell of wine came.

Just now, she smelled the smell of wine on him. Only when he opened his mouth, the smell of wine became stronger.

How much wine did he drink with such a strong taste?

She slightly frowned, staring at him, "you..."

"Why is the phone off?" She was about to ask, "how are you here?" he said again, almost with a questioning tone.

Shut down?

Yan Zi pupil slightly meal, her cell phone off?

"There may be no electricity." She said uncertainly.

Originally, he wanted to push his chest with his hands, but he clasped his hands and couldn't move at all. He could only express his discomfort with his body.

Then her unwell movement became a fire rope.

He bowed his head fiercely, and his lips were seized by others. He was overbearing with a punitive kiss. If you don't give her a chance to breathe, you will destroy her.

"Well..." Yan Zi Tong protested in a low voice, trying to reach out to push him, but his hands were tightly clasped by him, unable to move at all.

The free right hand pulled her clothes.

It's cold in December.

When I went out, I wore a thin cotton. I didn't expect to see him as soon as I came back, and his action was so fast. Her thin cotton coat hasn't come off yet.

Moreover, but at the moment, with the heating on in the room, and his tangled action, Yan Zitong just feels that he is all in the fire and is about to be ignited.

Her face was hot, her back was sweating, her forehead was oozing thin beads, even her palms were wet, and she even felt smoke on her forehead.

Not for a week, although in her view, the two were in a cold war and confrontation, and did not say a word.

However, I have to admit that she is missing him, missing him.

At this moment, when he appeared in front of her, he welcomed her with such fanatical behavior.

Yan Zi Tong only felt that his body was hot and burning, just like the one baking on the fire. His whole body was smoking.

She felt that she was almost out of breath, and he still didn't mean to let go.

She was like a fish without water, and let him do whatever he wanted. I almost forgot to breathe. His brain was full of his smell, burning like fire.

Finally, when she was about to suffocate, he realized his conscience and released her lips.

She "huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu.

He released the left hand that clasped her wrist, put his arms around her waist, and let all her strength pour on her.

Then she pecked on her lips, not as overbearing and compulsive as before, but with a touch of tenderness and pity.

Looking at her eyes, is also soft can drip water, but do not lose the strong desire of it, there is to meet.

Yes, satisfaction and joy.

At this moment, the feeling of holding her in my arms is so real and comfortable.

It's like getting the world.

This week, without her around the day, he can be described as sleep and food, food do not know the taste.I'm used to having her by my side. I sleep with her in my arms every night. All of a sudden, everything that belonged to her was gone. He thought he could adapt.

But, in fact, it is so difficult.

At night, when I close my eyes, all I see is her face.

That little figure, as if it had been portrayed in his bones, could not be wiped or waved.

So, after forcing himself for a week, he couldn't bear it. I just want to hold her in my arms and fight her to death.