Shi Yan laughed loudly, and his words were expressionless.

Shi Yan stood up to the bed, leaned over and looked at Yange.

"You can't get up now? Are you addicted, so don't leave?"

Yange slaps on his face.

There was a crackling sound and the whole room was silent.

Shi Yan just raised his hand, tears rolled out in Yan Ge's eyes, and one rolled over to the bed, crying again.

This wailing, but not annoying at all.

Instead, he was so eager to listen.

"Grass!" Shi Yan's raised hand finally only touched his own face: "Don't cry the grass, I hate you crying the most."

"Grass you endlessly ..."

"Cry a ball, cry, don't you just want to keep that little white face alive, I promise you that."

Before he finished speaking, the cry of Yange ceased, and he turned to stare at him with tears: "You talk."

Shi Yan stared at Yange.

She had tears in her eyes, her face was reddish, and her red lips were tender and tender.

His throat rolled, his eyes finally fell on the collarbone where her quilt had failed to hide.

Her clavicle was exquisite, and the shallow swirls made his eyes dark.

If there is a glass of wine in that place, it will be very exciting to taste it carefully.

She stopped whimpering and crying, he suddenly regretted what she had just said.

"I never talk." He sneered, and stretched out his hand to pinch her chin.

"Want to save him?" He grinded his teeth and said, "please ask me."

Yan Ge shook his shoulders slightly with anger, but in the end, he showed weakness: "Okay, I beg you, please save him."

Shi Yan laughed loudly, but his anger was even worse: "Lao Tzu couldn't save him."

The words and songs blend with the plot of the plane, even if you know the man's temperament, but at this moment it is still speechless.

Shi Yan, however, got closer, and took a bite on Yange's lips: "Specially want to save him?"

"To rescue him, he climbed up to my bed. It seems that he really is your true love."

"Otherwise, you try to please him in bed."

"Maybe I'm happy, let him go."

His sentence was like a firecracker.

The words fell suddenly upside down on the bed.

Words of Song: ...

This is the wild nature that she can do, she has only seen it on the beast.

Shi Yan took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, twisted the ointment head with his teeth, and went straight towards Yange's belly with his other hand.

Yange: ... It seems that I want to play something else, "Have you washed your hands?"

Shi Yan: "Lao Tzu just finished going to the toilet and grabbed the shit. Do you still smell the shit?"

Yan Song's brow frowned.

Shi Yan snorted coldly, but kept on his hands.

Yange couldn't resist him, he snorted, and realized that this man wasn't playing tricks, as if he was helping her with medicine.

Shi Yan obliquely slapped his words, and suddenly swiped his fingers: "Why, cool?"

Yan Song has not yet answered.

Shi Yan sighed with a sigh, and said, "Aren't you going to be a fashionable woman in the new era? Why is this body no different from those women in the fence? It's a show when you poke."

Just take medicine, and Nima said so much.

This is the original owner, it is estimated that the man who was so full of rumors like Shi Yan cried.

Who is the song?

She grew up listening to the babble.

This is true.

Shi Yan had to kneel down and call her ancestors in this line.

Yan Ge snorted at him, annoyed to kick him.

But he grabbed his leg and wrist, he untied the belt, and pressed down.