Mo Xi'er pressed on him, his beautiful chin raised gently, as proud as a queen.

Every place on her face was filled with pride. Although she suffered a little more from doing these things with qingmuchen, one day in the future, if you think back to their night, the person below is him. Mo Xi'er thinks that tonight is worth it.

Qing Mu Chen's face is very cold, the temperature in the room, like suddenly shrouded in the Arctic glacier, in an instant dropped a lot.

Mo Xi'er couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel it from the suddenly lowered room temperature.

His eyes are very sharp, sharp like a sharp wind, knife by knife blowing in every inch of Mo Xi'er's skin, Mo Xi'er's body was swept by him every place, the skin is burning pain.

Qing Mu Chen is still looking at her, eyes cold as if to tear her up.

Mo Xi'er was not afraid of him since he was a child. He was as white and thin as five fingers made of jade. His soft hand moved slowly down his strong texture and made a circle around his tight waist. Suddenly, her hand turned to his waist instead.

Qingmuchen is wearing a bathrobe, which is matched with a thin pair of trousers, and the waist is very loose.

Mo Xi'er's fingertips circle around his trousers waist several times, and his little hand suddenly grabs the cloth of his trousers, as if trying to pull off his trousers.

Hand stretched over, however, there is no action, wrist cold caught by a hand.

Mo Xi son is stunned, raise a face to look at the vision of Qing Mu Chen some surprised.

Qingmuchen's eyes on her face are still very cold, like the frozen lake in winter. It's so cold that she doesn't know how many hairs stand up.

His strength is very strong, almost rough.

"You asked me to come." Mo Xi'er defends his behavior.

"I didn't tell you to come all the time!" The Qing Mu Chen coldly snorted a voice, the big hand roughly strangles her wrist, pulls her toward oneself bosom area, a turn over, before still high sit on his body of Mo Xi son is pulled out of bed by him, haven't return to a God, the body has already been suppressed by him under the body.

Qing Mu Chen's words, and her words are not contradictory.

He said let her come, but let her do it doesn't mean she can control the initiative all the time.

Men have always had a deep obsession with manipulation and sex.

This is not caused by male chauvinism, but directly related to the dignity of men!

And Mo Xi'er tonight, unfortunately, just stepped on his pride!

Mo Xi'er meets Qing Mu Chen. In terms of strength, she never wins.

Qingmuchen's strength is very strong, two hands imprison her, and press her on the wide bed. Mo Xi'er is lying flat in the shape of an eight character, and his slightly stretched legs are squeezed in by his body. The two people's posture makes her particularly embarrassed.

Want to struggle, but can not struggle to open.

Qingmuchen restrained her to death. Her body pressed her tightly. All the weight was on her body. Her wrist imprisoned her. Almost no part of her body, limbs and two people didn't fit together.

It seems that they have never been so close since they have known him for such a long time.

Dense solid, she clings to him, he clings to her, his breath, and her all pervasive entanglement, can not distinguish each other.

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