The Long-awaited Mr Han

Seeing Lu Manxi's fragrance coming out, his body was soft and tender, he wanted to fish her into his arms and eat it.

"Come on." Han Zhuo Li patted the position beside him and couldn't wait.

Lu Man: "..."

He said that he would hold her to bed tonight and do nothing, how could she be so unbelieving?

He was lying here anyway, and the two were extremely close this morning.

Even though I am still embarrassed now, I can't say anything past without hypocrisy.

Lu Man dragged the pajamas's clothes nervously, and found that just after taking a shower, his palms were sweating nervously.

Her face was hot and she walked past with a scalp and went to bed.

Before they even lay down, Han Zhuoli was already embraced in his arms, "I really do nothing."

Seeing that he was just holding him, Lu Man couldn't help but smile, and rubbed into his arms again, looking for a comfortable position and closing his eyes.

Who knows, after a while, I just said that I would not do anything, so I hugged the man, his hand was already inside her.

Lu Man: "..."

Say nothing and do nothing?

"I'll just touch it." Han Zhuoli's voice was dumb, apparently already emotional.

Lu Man clutched Han Zhuoli's shirt tightly, his nervous eyelashes trembling.

Unknowingly, he was stripped of his light.

"Don't you just touch it?" Lu Man's face was hot, but Han Zhuoli was still kissing around.

"Just kiss." Han Zhuo said indistinctly.

Lu Man: "..."

She really believed his evil.

After a while, Lu Man couldn't stand it anymore, and he hid back, "Aren't you just kissing?"

"I just rubbed." Han Zhuoli said, sweating on his forehead was dripping.

He is also very hard now, he has done everything but can not reach the last step, it is simply to dig a hole for himself.

Lu Man: "..."

Ha ha, the man's biggest lie is "I will rub it, don't go in".

But in the end, Han Zhuoli did not reach the last step, but grabbed Lu Man's hand and pressed it up.

"Manman ..." Lu Man's unsatisfied meaning in the words, Lu Man heard it all at once.

The sound of his call was pitiful.

A mature man who was obviously so much older than her, at this time, he called like a little milk dog.

Lu Man pressed his forehead to Han Zhuoli's shoulders, and left him at his mercy.

The face is about to explode, but the palm is hotter than the face, and it has been burning.

In the end, Lu Man felt that his hands would be discarded, and that both hands would be discarded together.

It was really that she couldn't hold on with one hand and shouted sourly.

Han Zhuo Li helplessly, let go of her right hand, but in the end did not wait for a long breath, grabbed her left hand.

Lu Man kicked his calf straight.

It still hurts, and even my hands are sore at the moment.

She doesn't want him to live tomorrow.

Han Zhuoli was very refreshed and gave Lu Manqin a busy schedule.

I went to the bathroom to get a basin, towels, and hand sanitizer, and cleaned Lu Man's hands.

Lu Man looked at his palm as if it were all red, but it's still hot now.

When Han Zhuoli took the things back and returned, Lu Manqi didn't like to take care of him, "Talk is not a word!"

But Han Zhuoli was not intentional, "I really just intended to hold you to sleep at first, but ... but I couldn't hold back."

He can't help it, isn't it just opened?

Know how to eat the marrow, how can this be held back.