Chapter 4772

Huang Qingwu only thinks that Han Yichu is the best looking man in her heart. He can move her heart and fascinate her eyes.

She couldn't even recover. Her heart beat and throbbed.

She closed her eyes and could feel the clear breath of him, which was her favorite breath. It was lingering around her and made her drunk.

Han Yichu holds Huang Qingwu back to the bedroom and puts her directly on the bed of the bedroom.

The bed is very soft. Huang Qingwu shakes it up and down directly. Before she can recover, Han Yichu bends down and presses her firmly between his arms and the bed.

Han Yichu leaned down and looked at the person in his arms deeply. There is no doubt that she is beautiful, and in this way, she is beautiful and moving.

Han Yichu's eyes are as dark as black jade.

"Qingwu ~"

"eh?"

Huang Qingwu's eyes at this time are full of misty color. Her eyes are locked by Han Yichu's eyes, almost immersed in his eyes, and her heart and soul feel engulfed.

Han Yichu looked at her clever lying in his body, the heart of the dark emotions also gradually dispersed a lot.

Just at this point, he didn't want to let her go.

Han Yichu gently stroked Huang Qingwu's hair. He felt that her hair had brushed his palm like a feather, as if it had brushed into his heart, making his heart itch.

Han Yichu looks at it, and his eyes are getting darker and darker. He reaches out to cover Huang Qingwu's eyes, and then lowers his head and kisses them.

Han Yichu kisses Huangqing dance at the beginning. It's a kind of gentle kiss, which is totally different from the feeling he just gave Huangqing dance in the car.

He seems to have suppressed the previous overbearing mood, at this time just gentle care of the emperor tilt dance.

With his tongue, he gently outlined the shape of the lips of Huangqing dance, depicting and tasting little by little

How can Huang Qing dance stand such a provocation? The numb toes curl up, and the body will bow up if it can't stand it. But she is completely pressed by Han Yichu. She can only be closer to Han Yichu when she moves like this.

Her soft voice was swallowed by Han Yichu.

Han Yichu felt that the person under him was so soft and sweet. His eyes were even darker. With a kind of storm like dark wave, he poured down, as if he was going to drown Huang Qingwu.

He breathed a tight, a tight body, the heat of the lower abdomen ran up, kissing the strength of the emperor tilt dance more hard.

Huang Qing's fans felt numb, as if they were going to be swallowed by Han Yichu.

"No..."

Han Yichu gently stroked Huang Qingwu's cheek and said softly: "Qingwu, you are my wife. Don't say no

This is the second time that Han Yichu emphasized that she is his wife, as if to declare sovereignty.

Huang Qing dance has a feeling that she is his possession.

And just now Han Yichu said that although he was gentle, his eyes were dark.

Huang Qing dance slightly revived, there is always an uncomfortable feeling.

But she didn't say that her expectation of Han Yichu always requires a gradual process.

"And you? You are mine... "

Before Huang Qingwu finished, Han Yichu said, "you are my wife, I am your husband."

After a pause, Han Yichu whispered in Huang Qingwu's ear: "Qingwu, shall we be a real couple?"