Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The man's voice is mute and soothing, and Seasonal Warm is almost unbearable.

Besides, he's in such extreme agony...

Seasonal warmth is the depth of the ink scene. I'm sorry. I thought even she was exempt. If there's anything to be ashamed of, reach over and pull the belt he hid under his shirt.

Mo Jing suddenly pressed her hand, her eyes heavily clamped with countless darknesses and depths, and looked at the little woman who didn't know she was alive.

“Surveillance also has blind spots, we find a corner where surveillance can't take pictures.” Seasonal Warm doesn't want to see him suffer so secretly, he turns to a few places around the bathroom and tub: “Here, after the lights are off, there are doors blocked, definitely can't be shot! ”

She was about to take a step back toward the bathroom door and still grabbed the corner of his shirt and wouldn't let him back off.

In the moment when Season Warm had just hidden behind the door, Mo Jing sighed deeply. Instead of letting her unwrap her belt, she grabbed her wrist and leaned over her lips and kissed her hard. The kiss was deep and heavy, as if to eat her alive and peel her like this.

Finally, he forcibly pressed the warmth of the season against him and moved his hands back and forth, humming low and cutting his teeth down: “Do you want me to die? ”

Season Warm's hand was under his control. He couldn't move any more. He could only look at him with his eyes. He said with utmost sincerity: “Just his hand, I really will! I've seen that kind of movie with Nacchan before..."

Seeing the eyebrows provoked by Mojing, Seasonal Warm is an exciting look to try: “I rarely have such a chance to be proactive! Don't you treasure it? ”

“Treasure, of course.” Mojing smiled deeply, but still held her wrist: “The wound in your hand, though not deep, was scratched by those metal horns as you climbed up. This wound, which would have required tetanus and rain, has now begun to become red and inflamed. ”

Instead, he soothed her and kissed her gently on her forehead: "I can't risk infecting you with this wound. It'll be all right. ”

Seasonal Warm regrets at this moment that he has prepared enough of everything else just now, but forgets to prepare a pair of scratch-resistant rubber gloves as he climbs up.

She did have some redness in her palms for a while, and from time to time some blood stains appeared on the fine wounds.

She frowned and Mo Jingdeep thought she was thinking about the wound on her wrist, and the next moment, the season's warm exit kept the man calm for more than two decades and nearly collapsed.

“Why don't I... try it with my mouth? ”

“ …… ”

Seeing a man suddenly stopped talking, season warm is not really very embarrassing, at least I have seen a lot of big movies in the next 10 years, although I have not done it, but not too lively at all.

“Then what, I'll turn off the bathroom lights...” Seasonal Warm stood up, going around the man in front of him and turning off the lights outside the bathroom.

Turning together, suddenly her wrists tightened, the man pressed her directly against the wall, bowed her head and buried her hot face between her necks, unbearably holding her tight, mute to an incredible sound between her necks: “If you really want to try, I will give you this opportunity whenever you leave here. ”

When the season warms up, his face turns red: “Anyone who says I want to try it, I'm watching you feel too bad right now...”

MojingDeep Sand smiled and hugged her: "No, just hold it, don't move here. ”

“Are you sure… just give me a hug? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Still a dumb voice.

“But I feel like you're upset...”

He stopped talking and hugged her tightly. Seasonal warmth backed against the wall, leaving the tight body of the man completely attached to her. There was no gap between the two bodies, and the temperature of his body warmed her up.

Seawarm raised his hand honestly and held him back, put his face in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and listened to the man's heart beat not as steady and gentle as usual.

But even so, even though the dark black short hair of Ink Landscape was a little messy, he was still handsome, and even though his shirt pants were semi-wet by her, he still had his own calm and self-sustaining charm.

In contrast, the season just climbed from the 30th floor almost fatally warm, clothes were all dressed up, some blood silk hung on the clothes, small red marks on the face, and the whole person looked like a wolf.

Unexpectedly, at such a point, she was still worse than him.

She held it for a long time, until the season warmed up and felt like she was about to be burned by the hot temperatures in his arms. Her mood had just relaxed a little this evening, so she leaned in his arms and fell asleep.

Suddenly, the man was mute: "You go out and let me take a shower. ”

Seasonal warmth opened her eyes and fell asleep. Her consciousness didn't wake up for a while. She asked vaguely: “Is it cold water? ”

“Mmm.”

Seasonal warmth nodded and the perfect turn was just walking out of the bathroom, and suddenly a dry bath towel was thrown over his head.

“It's not easy to undress here, you're still wet and wrap your bath towel around you. ”

Seasonal warmth nodded again and took the bath towel and went out.

The result of the relaxation was that she really wanted to sleep. She wrapped her bath towel around her body, and her subconscious mind was going to bed or lie on the sofa for a while. As soon as she approached the bed, she saw a big bag drummed up in the quilt, and the sleep in her head quickly dissipated.

She set her mind, turned on the dim wall lamp on the bed, slowly reached out and lifted the quilt.

I saw a young woman lying there quietly, breathing smoothly and sleeping all the time. In this case, she could still sleep so much, she was drugged.

Although I don't know how long the woman in bed is going to be in a coma, the clothes on her body are always intact, there is no place to show them at all, and this quilt was probably thrown over the cover by Ink View, and her face didn't even show up.

At least it was also a secretary of the Mercer Group, and if it wasn't for coffee with Answer Yan, it wouldn't have been amazingly sent to Big BOSS, and it would have been an innocent person.

Seasonal warmth will cover the quilt gently, and although it will cover her face, it will still leave some gaps on the corners to keep people from getting bored.

It was still raining outside the window, but it was smaller than before, and the thunder was a little farther away.

Seasonal warmth stood in front of the window, looking at the sea not far away, until now she dared not look directly from this angle toward the bottom of the building, the height of the 33rd floor, not even the garden downstairs could be clearly seen, passing vehicles were shadows the size of nail covers.

One word of love, indeed, is a superstition from day to day.

Unsurprisingly, you have the courage to be fearless, even to put life and death out of the question.

The water in the bathroom stopped, the ink view came out deep, and I saw the season warm standing in front of the window looking directly at the sea.