Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal dreams are right outside the door, and Seasonal Warm really can't concentrate.

“She can stand outside the door all night if she doesn't wipe out her dreams.” She protested quietly.

Mo Jingdeep's hand caressed her head and got up to open the door.

Seasonal dreams were still knocking on the door, but it was like he was afraid that his father would hear him, knocking and whispering, “Are you asleep? Sister, you don't usually sleep so early..."

The door suddenly opened.

At first sight it was Mo Jingdeep, Seasonal eyes paused on his shirt with a few buttons, then raised his eyes: “Brother Jingshen, let me bring you the night snack! ”

Mojing's tall figure blocked in front of the door and his voice was apathetic: "Take it back, we won't eat it. ”

Seeing him so indifferent, Ji Meng suddenly mumbled and said: “But Jing Shen, you didn't arrive so late at work. I'm sure you haven't been here yet at night...”

“No need. ”

She didn't finish her speech, but heard a "bang” and the door was shut directly in front of her during the season.

Seasonal dreams eyes widened, unbelievably looking at the door so mercilessly shut!

The warmth of the season just sitting up with messy clothes from the bed was not expected to resolve so quickly. Although it is true that this is the style of deep ink scenery, after all, it is the season family, and he needs to give more or less the season family some face.

But obviously he had no intention of giving it to...

Just thinking about it, I lifted my eyes and saw Ink Deep walk back.

As soon as Season Warm saw his deep sea eyes, he instantly jumped out of bed, got up and grabbed the big white bear on the bed and threw it at him, turning around and fleeing to the bathroom: “I'm going to take a bath! ”

Mo Jing deeply picked up the bear she threw and glanced back at her escaping shadow, sighed and threw the big white bear aside.

Seasonal wanted to knock on the door, but it was too quiet in the room. She lifted her hand and put it down. Her fingers, pinched by the bowl, grew white due to too much force.

A moment later, she gritted her teeth and turned back to her room, pouring all the night snacks in her hand into the trash can and throwing the bowl away again.

……

Seasonal warmth rubbed in the bathroom for half an hour and went out with a bath towel.

Out of the bathroom, she wiped her hair with a towel in one hand and pressed the bath towel wrapped around her chest in the other, subconsciously afraid of falling off the bath towel, walking and looking at the person beside the bed, seeing an old photo album in front of her bed with ink depths.

“What are you looking at?” Rubbing her hair to the point where it no longer drips, she walks over.

Mo Jingdeep put the album down and she looked down and saw the photograph of a family of four more than a decade ago.

At that time, there was no Shen Heru's penetration. At that time, Ji Jia Jia was very happy and happy.

“This is my mom.” She only looked at it once: "Isn't it beautiful? ”

Mo Jingdeep's voice is very low, and even so the lines are still nice and magnetic: "From this picture, you haven't had much resemblance to your sister since you were little. ”

“Yeah, me and Dream are sisters, but they don't look alike at all.” Seasonal warmth hooked her lips: “Not only am I not like her, but I don't even have any resemblance to my mother. If it wasn't for the fact that my father has always been the most fond of me, I would have doubted whether I was their own. ”

Mo Jing suddenly glanced at her.

A pair of his dark dark eyes, the season warmth was infected by the slight smile between his eyebrows, and his subconscious head looked down at the bath towel on his body, as if there was nothing to expose.

“Well... my hair hasn't dried yet, I'll blow it...” She turned around.

However, before taking two steps, he was easily fished back into bed by a man.

Reflecting the seasonal warmth, Ink's deep hands had touched her waist and her left hand had fallen on the bed on her side, trapping her whole body.

His voice is getting low. Sense: "You think I'll let you go over and over again? ”

She has long, slightly wet hair, dense and soft, spreading on the bed like seaweed.

His cheeks are becoming more and more red because of his posture, and his heart beats more and more uncontrollably.

The season warmed his mouth and wanted to talk: "Mojing...”

Without giving her another chance to say another word, the man lowered his head and kissed her. Seasonal Warm just tried to reach out and push his chest, but his hands were pressed directly over his head with one hand.

This pose…

This pose!!!

Seasonal warm face red!

“Hey, you... ah... don't... don't take my bath towel...”

She was so tight in the bathroom!

“Don't touch that...”

“Well... don't...”

The warm face of the season is about to drip blood, I haven't experienced this at all, the usual kissing hugs and even deliberately flipping her sensitive points is a habit, she can strip her bath towel directly from the bed, so...

And his hand was reaching down into her bath towel!

“I didn't go in with the laundry changed, I just came out with the bath towel, didn't I just take it off? Hmm?”

His voice seemed seductive, and the little expectations and shyness of Seasonal Warm, which belonged to the little woman, were instantly exposed.

She admitted that she had no intention of escaping tonight, but the wave of emotions had really upset all her cognitions, and now her mind was blank and everything was instinctive.

Seasonal warmth felt the ink depths completely suppressed her, and a hot kiss prevented her from thinking.

When he whispered behind her ear, the breath that he had whispered also made her tremble uncontrollably.

“How dare you take my clothes off when the bear eats me? I drove 200 yards from the company to the Seasons, and I had to take it off myself? ”

She said that his company was so close to the Seasons, it was impossible to get to the Seasons so soon, and he actually drove 200 speeds!

Hot tide continues to sweep her to the ground. Seasonal warmth is stirred by him with a voice about to cry out: “Don't touch it... ah... don't kiss...”

Her voice was so delicate and soft that she couldn't even believe the tone would come from herself.

Even more unexpectedly, the man who was already strained on the string lost more restraint and lowered his head to kiss her lips again.

Seasonal warmer was pressed by her, his lips and tongue were invaded by him, the bath towel on her body had long been thrown under the bed, she had never felt so emotional, and her body had never trembled like this because of tingling and anticipation...

She has nothing left, and the man on her body is still dressed neatly.

Suddenly he held his hand, from the shirt where he opened a few buttons, he held it, one by one, untied it, and then he slipped into his belt with her hands...

Hand patches on the expensive and refined metal front of the belt, with a cold, cold feel, leaving the season's warm head blank for a few seconds.

Just heard him whisper like a temptation: "Good boy, untie it. ”

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(PS: Wonder how many readers the baby is chasing, raise your little hands, make bubbles to make me look familiar ~)