The Long-awaited Mr Han

1962 Where did this comfort come from?

Although she was so tired, she couldn't sleep again.

It's the after rhyme that I am so full of.

She never knew that it was such a feeling to do this.

Han Zhuoling was not satisfied, and felt that tonight's fun was more intense than his first successful huge business in his life.

Han Zhuoling felt that he couldn't even find any suitable words to describe.

Holding Shi Xiaoya, really put it down.

The hot palm is on her back and in front of her, caressed one by one carefully, like touching an artwork.

Pianshi Xiaoya's skin is indeed very good.

The skin is delicate and slippery like those in TV commercials, after the dermabrasion treatment.

Those in TV commercials have been processed by video.

But Shi Xiaoya, but really, really looks so good.

Moreover, there is no acne on the back.

Han Zhuoling felt as if he was touching a piece of cheesecake, which was not smooth.

Shi Xiaoya had not passed before, and there would be no such obvious reaction.

But now that he has just experienced Han Zhuoling, Ben Min feels a lot.

Being touched like this, Shi Xiaoya couldn't help shaking.

"You ... are you still asleep?" Shi Xiaoya moved her finger and poked Han Zhuoling's waist gently.

"Can't sleep." Han Zhuoling said very honestly, "I feel too good, too excited, so I can't sleep."

Even his voice was husky with content, like a lion with a full stomach, and flicking his tail lazily, it was not enough.

As for where did this comfort come from?

Of course it came from her.

Thinking of this, Shi Xiaoya was a little depressed.

Han Zhuoling said, still in his hand.

Because she is so easy to touch.

Like a porcelain doll.

Hair is long and hairy, and body is so delicate.

Because thinking that she had just experienced it, and it hurt like that, Han Zhuo Ling was reluctant to come again immediately for the second time.

It is not too late to stay tomorrow.

But he couldn't help it, and he solved the greed in his hand.

"You ..." Shi Xiaoya called.

"Huh?" Han Zhuoling's lazy tone suddenly made Shi Xiaoya unable to say anything.

It really looks like a big lion who has just eaten his prey, has a meal, and is basking in the sun.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhuoling asked her.

Looking down at her still blushing red face, how to see how beautiful, makes people move with fingers.

Bowed his head and kissed again.

Shi Xiaoya stubbornly whispered, "Don't touch it all the time."

Han Zhuoling rarely realized the meaning of Shi Xiaoya for a while, saying: "Don't worry, let you rest well tonight. Will not come again."

Shi Xiaoya: "..."

She wanted to say that she didn't mean it.

She knew what Han Zhuoling meant, and since he just started, he didn't do anything else and knew what he meant.

But even so, she can't stand it!

Shi Xiaoya's face was hard to tell, and the flushed face was not embarrassed to say it.

Han Zhuoling rarely understood.

"You touched ..." Shi Xiaoya's scalp tingled, "I'm a little bit uncomfortable."

Probably after eating and drinking, the reaction was half a beat slow.

Han Zhuo Ling tasted the words for a while before they realized it.

A man who has always been stable, but at this time like an excited hairy guy.

Suddenly overturned, he suppressed Shi Xiaoya.

Shi Xiaoya was startled, not nervous.