Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“I'll be right back.” Before the man's voice had completely fallen, he suddenly caught his leg in the warmth of the season, and suddenly he was pressed back against the couch by the man for a while.

She lifted her eyes and looked at the man's dark, powerful eyes. For a moment, she actually kowtowed directly to him: “You... you control the point...”

However, it is not over yet, the man has held her to the ankle held up in such a position and bullied herself...

He snapped her jaw, kissed her face, had turbulent seasonal hair, blushed cheeks, was delicate and indescribable, and shredded low. Intermittent spills from mouth to mouth, like enjoyment, like a sofa under a tortured, unconscious cover-up.

The man leaned over and kissed her sweaty face, his voice was tight, dull, and he put it on her softly. Soft lips blurred and asked, “Do you miss me? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Seasonal warmth is now practically unclear what he means by what she thinks.

“Are you still messing with me? Hmm?”

“I can't guarantee that my emotions will remain on the same horizon, and I won't even be tempered...”

“You can be angry, you can't be upset, especially if it's related to all kinds of misunderstandings, you can be clear, you can't lock yourself in the room anymore, you can't think nonsense.” A man can still calmly surprise at a time like this, even though his voice is dull and he hits harder at the same time, resulting in a blank space in the warm season's brain and no way to fully hear what he is saying.

Mojing was so patient, he asked again, “Can't you keep yourself locked up in the room? ”

The warmth of the season is roughly clear.

She opened her eyes slightly, looking at the man on her body, his eyes seemed to be a wave of boundless sea, deep and agglomerated on her.

Seasonal warmth looked at these eyes and felt like she was about to be drowned. Her heart lost its stamp and beat.

“Well, I'm sorry...” Seasonal Warm felt that she was really irrational at the time. She was a little stubborn to death before, and now suddenly she doesn't even have the temper that she shouldn't have.

He bowed down and put his lips on her lips. Valves, very light and delicate and gentle kind of sticky kiss.

The senses underneath are more intense than the first. Strong, almost drowned her.

Seasonal warmth lifts up the arms, some hard ring around the man's neck, will roll. Hot face on his chin, delicate voice. Soft is a bit natural and silky: “Love you. ”

Mojing's deep movements were even more violent than just now. He heard the words, looked at her, and the inky eyes were more intense. Suddenly he kissed her again and plundered her breath almost instantly.

……

Hungry for so long, it's definitely impossible to feed him once.

Seasonal Warm didn't know which words inspired him or what. Her words suddenly spilled out of her mouth based on feelings. After that, she almost forgot what she was sticking to him, but she was tortured by men from the inside out all night.

When the last season of warmth was stimulated to the point of crying to the point of almost silence, the man suddenly grabbed her lips, swallowed her dull voice and pressed her whole body firmly into his arms.

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Early the next morning, Mo Jingdeep's biological clock was earlier and more punctual than the warmth of the season. Although she slept firmly in his arms, she still felt a little when the man got up, but she was tired of panicking all night and was lazy to open her eyes.

The man who just got up just gently lifted the quilt and woke up in a way that didn't wake her up. It was like watching her again for a long time. The two of them had been together for a long time. Even if the season was warm, he could feel the man's eyes on her face, and he was very focused and had not moved away for a long time.

Just when she was half asleep and half awake, thinking about getting up straight, the man kissed her in the face and got out of bed.

This solid feeling allowed the season's warm fatigue to occupy the highlands again, holding the quilt upside down and continuing to sleep.

After he took a bath, changed his clothes, and went to the kitchen to personally prepare breakfast for her, it was already around 8: 00.

Back in the bedroom, the woman in the bed had sat up, but her face was still awake, her hair spreading messily behind her shoulders, wearing the nightdress he had changed for her after he had showered her last night.

Seasonal Warm is really not sleeping well. Last night this man was really inhumane...

But now she's hungry, smells like breakfast, or breakfast made by BOSS Murta herself, and the flavor alone is seductive enough. Seduce her to get up.

Dark ink clips the sleeves of the shirt, and the long legs lift up to the bed: “Are you awake? Get up and wash, have breakfast. ”

Seasonal warmth still lifts her eyes: “Can I come back for some sleep after breakfast...”

When she lifted her eyes, she saw that the man had already been washed, the black shirt was different from yesterday's white, but they were all so handsome, the crown was so truly unimaginable that it was almost impossible to imagine last night's energetic, uncontrolled bird in bed. The beast comes to mind.

It's really as clean as ever, perfect and impeccable.

“Get up and eat first, then walk around the room, digest and sleep before you accumulate food.” The man probably knows how bad he was last night, and he didn't force her to get up at this hour, "he said.“ Breakfast is still warm, you want to wait until it gets cold? ”

Seasonal warmth was the only way to lift the quilt. The soreness between her legs was too obvious. She stood up and walked in several different positions before finding a more comfortable position to go out.

“Are you sure you're off today?” As she walked to the dining table, she saw the long-overdue Ink View Deep Heart Breakfast. She went to the bathroom and washed before eating.

“Well, class is suspended, so you can continue to sleep at home for a while without having to think about whether you might miss Professor Lin's class.” Men put tableware on the table.

Seasonal Warm stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth, obviously there was a bathroom in the bedroom, probably deep in ink, so that the side of the house, although seen, was rare, she wanted to see, so she simply stood here brushing her teeth and watched the man's back in the early morning sunlight.

After washing, go sit down and eat. Ink knows her appetite very well and does a lot exactly what two people do.

But after eating at the same time as him, he sat still in the dining chair and looked at the man who was about to take all the dishes to the dishwasher. He looked up and said: “I haven't eaten enough, I still want to have another bowl of noodles, even a small bowl...”

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(After all, it has been slightly reduced, so strict a car will still be picked up, ah ah ah so heartbreaking.