Chapter 115： Raiders of the Darkened Prince (37)

Xia Yichu was suppressed by Mo Qianchen under his body. Those who struggled with Mo Qianchen's eyes looked more like resistance than fun.

He lowered his head to bite and sucked Xia Yichu's lips, his strength was lighter or heavier than Mo Qingchen's kiss technique.

Xia Yichu was kissed by him, and the struggling movement gradually slowed down. The newly developed body was immature and sensitive, and was directly aroused by Mo Qianchen. The movement could not help being changed from the initial refusal to obedience.

Mo Qianchen let go of Xia Yichu's hand that has been held tight, and her thin lips let go of her lip, and gradually moved down along her chin. Her hands were also very dishonest, and she stroked the beautiful body under her.

Xia Yichu panted heavily, her pale neck was pale pink, her body was trembling slightly, her eyes were thin and misty, and she opened those eyes that had been squinting slightly like enjoyment, trying to calm down. He was gradually indulging in this pleasure, and reached out and patted Mo Qianchen's messy hands on himself, and said, "Peace point, don't you say that you need to hurry tomorrow?"

If this is the same as the first time, if she makes her whole body sore and can't straighten her waist, then how can she get out of Beijing.

"I don't need you to go tomorrow, I can hug you." Mo Qianchen looked up and kissed Xia Yichu's cheek. His voice was very depressed and his eyes rolled.

"That wouldn't work. You didn't have any restraint last time. I'm not comfortable. I won't do it with you." Xia Yichu took a deep breath, forced her deep inner restlessness, and turned around to hide.

The last thing between the two was the day when Mo Qianchen felt happiest, and the day when he couldn't hold his head up.

Now, when Xia Yichu opened his mouth and started talking about this matter, Mo Qianchen's momentum suddenly weakened.

The last thing was definitely a black spot in Mo Qianchen's life.

However, even with a guilty conscience, Mo Qianchen's desire for Xia Yichu can't be masked. He wants to possess this person. Only when he possesses all of them can he calm his inner restlessness.

In the last incident, most of Mo Qianchen acted on his own instincts, but even if his memory was incomplete, the feeling of aftertaste when he was awake afterwards was enough to make Mo Qianchen feel itchy.

These days, Xia Yichu's body is really bad, and she is also wrong, so Mo Qianchen has been struggling hard.

Now, it's hard to wait until Xia Yichu's health is better, which sentence can kill him if he has to hurry tomorrow.

However, a hard-line attitude must not be used against Yan Ran.

Mo Qianchen's eyes flashed a bit of slyness, and when he looked up at Xia Yichu again, he was already aggrieved.

Mo Qianchen was very wronged. He put his hands on Xia Yichu's waist and pulled the other side towards himself. The two bodies were close to each other and whispered in her ear: "But, I feel uncomfortable ... It's so good, it excites ... "

The two bodies that are close to each other can not only convey the enthusiasm of each other, but also any small changes in the other body.

Especially when feeling the state of "it" in Mo Qianchen's mouth, Xia Yichu's entire face froze.

The thing hopped against her.

"Let, let it, don't, don't move!" Xia Yichu said incoherently, embarrassed and scared in her heart, and even brought a trace of others, making her afraid to go to the formal mood.

That night, Mo Qianchen was in a coma because she was drugged, but she was sober, and the painful and joyful feeling put people between heaven and hell, and Xia Yichu's heart gave birth to a touch of fear.

"It moved there by itself, and I couldn't control it, so why don't Ranran come to help me?" Mo Qianchen said, while lowering his head and biting Xia Yichu's red lips again, he opened her hands directly. Clothes, pinching the softness of her chest.

"what!"

Xia Yichu couldn't help but opened his mouth and screamed. This body had only been developed. It was too light and sensitive. It couldn't bear the slightest stir, as long as the fire of the stars, it could be the prairie.

"Sure enough, dyeing your own heart is also a favorite." Mo Qianchen smiled, his eyes bright, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"You, hurry up." Xia Yichu lifted his feet and hurriedly stunned him, and then bit his own lips tightly, fearing that there would be no more shameful voice.

"Yes, obey!"

Mo Qianchen was more eager than Xia Yichu, and she was not forbearing immediately, she released all her enthusiasm on her.

The figures were entangled on the bed. In the small room, there was a sound of friction and crackling.