Feng Jin looked at her for a moment, then slowly lowered her head and opened her mouth on her white ankle!

Oh!

Huarong will cry.

Now she has pain in the bottom and feet. As expected, the master is not so good.

We also have to be prepared to steal chicken without sacrificing rice.

"What do you want?" Huarong is lying on the bed with a broken jar and looks like a female hooligan.

a trace of anger flashed in Feng Jin's eyes, and suddenly released her ankle. Her hands pressed on her waist. Huarong looked at his movements and said that it was not good. The next second, as expected

"Oh

Dizzy, what's more, she feels like she can't stand it

She struggled to get out of his arms, but Fengjin was too fast, the broken whimper overflowed from her lips intermittently. Huarong looked at Fengjin's face in a complex mood, opened her mouth and bit him hard on his chest.

The smell of blood spread between the lips and teeth, she suddenly had a trace of revenge pleasure, was about to bite more forcefully, the man's fingers extended to her mouth, separated her teeth.

Feng Jin lowered his head and looked at the woman whose hair was disorderly and red under his body. His retina reflected the face of flowers, embarrassed and aggrieved. I don't know why, this face made him very excited.

He bent down and without skill kisses her red lips. Her lips are softer than he imagined, but she is not willing to kiss him. She dodges all the time. He chases him. Soon, he begins to be fascinated by the chase game until he kisses her dead.

……

Huarong went to the bathroom and took a bath. Wearing a black silk bathrobe, Huarong came out of the bathroom lazily and barefoot.

Her lips were too red, her cheeks were crimson, and her hair was dishevelled behind her waist. She looked like a spirit sucking spirit.

Feng Jin did not have any strength to lie on the bed, the bed is still scattered in this mess, the air is sending out the feeling y after the decadent breath, his eyes have returned to the original color, at the moment is fierce and angry staring at the flower face.

Huarong was too lazy to look at him. He took out a cigarette from the drawer and lit it with a lighter. The faint smell of mint gradually diffused from the room, diluting the decadent atmosphere in the air.

She bent down to pick up the phone from the ground. When she bent over, Fengjin saw the kiss mark on her white chest. He was staring at the trace uncontrollably. Huarong straightened up and saw his sight, smiling at his frivolous lips: "haven't you seen a woman? Staring at people like this? "

Feng brocade face a change, scold a way: "do not know shame."

Huarong breathed out a cigarette lazily, turned on his mobile phone and took a few shots at him. Fengjin's face changed greatly and tried to get up to grab the mobile phone. However, after the effect of the medicine, she had no strength at all. She could only watch Huarong take a good picture and send Liu Sisi a message in front of him.

After showing him the successful SMS record, she narrowed her eyes and puffed a cigarette at him. She said softly, "my things, even if they are lost, smashed and broken, are not allowed to run away with others."

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