Feng Ling is coveted, looking at the face like a peach blossom, Xiaohong shy Xiao Xiao, the cold twilight gradually soft, eyebrows, warm and shallow, his fingers fell on her pure white coat When she opened it, she was suddenly caught by her little hand.

Exquisite clavicle, delicate skin, like the heart of pure white flowers, provoke imagination...

Feng Ling was dark and dark, and she glanced at her grasping his little hand, perhaps because of the tension, the moment her little hand grabbed him, and some slight trembling.

Feng Lingran's perfect thin lips twitched the cold arc: "Hey, do you want to go back?"

Xiao Yu's exquisite little face was red, and the heart suddenly violently beaten. It seemed to jump out of her chest and swallowed the swallow. Some did not dare to look directly at the phoenix.

She knows that she and her have become relatives, and should not refuse his house, but as long as she thinks about the experience of the soul twice, Xiao Yu is somewhat trembled and wants to retreat.

The two experiences were really... too deep... painful and unforgettable.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and his fingers gradually loosened his big palm: "No."

Feng Ling laughed, his hand was a little foggy, his little fox was very nervous!

The white cloak fell, and there was only one pocket of Bihu color on her body. Qinglian was slightly delicate, embroidered, a beautiful finger, gently stroked from her waist, through the green lotus petals At the time, I paused a little, and saw her breathing a sigh, not screaming and blushing, and he smiled softly.

"Small things, you relax, now you are so nervous, what should you do later?" Feng Ling suddenly lowered his head and said softly in her ear.

As he spoke, he saw the body of her little beard on her earballs, trembled slightly, and his twilight twitched slightly, flashing through the danger.

Xiao Yu felt the warmth of the ear and the neck, and itchy and trembled. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but did not speak.

At this time, there is no sound, no sound, she does not speak, that is, acquiescing to his next thing.

His thin lips brushed her ear and landed on her cheeks. When she was slender, she slipped from her thin neck. When she passed, she felt the veins of her neck beat and his throat tightened. The thin lips covered her little mouth and kissed her.

Xiao Yu’s breathing was swallowed by him. She smashed her pupils and stunned her dark and fascinating black eyes. She was shocked and she almost ignored it. She almost ignored her fingertips and gently from her ear. Sliding over the beads.

At that moment, he sealed the seal?

Xiao Yu’s brain was agitated, and there was another gap. Her little hand was on his neck, knowing that he should push him away now and ask him.

But her hands seem to have been pumped out of strength. This familiar kiss, the familiar taste, if it is not her familiar Feng Lingran, turned into a purple dress, she will be self-confident.

"Well……"

Xiao Yu’s mouth hurts and she raises her eyebrows. She is coming back and looking at the handsome man who is close at hand.

His black box smiled and seemed to remind her that she could not be distracted at this time, to concentrate...

After a while.

Xiao Yu’s cheeks were red and red, and when he was about to suffocate and died, his thin lips moved away, and he took a breath and fell on her delicate chin, then fell on her fair and soft neck, and the artery Between his lips and teeth, although the sound of swallowing was extremely small, Xiao Yu still heard it. She was tight and nervous, and the twilight was sometimes blurred, and the matter was clear.

This man who kisses her is Feng Lingran.

She grabbed the slight shudder of his finger on his shoulder. If he is really Feng Lingran, what can he explain just the seal of Xiaoyan?

Xiao Yan’s neck strap was light, and there was something floating on the ground. I felt a hot chest. Xiao Yan trembled and grabbed Feng Lingran’s shoulders and pushed him away...

Feng Ling was not prepared, she was pushed by her, leaning backwards, almost fell from the bed, his palm pressed against the edge of the bed, propped up a long body, the black sorrowful look of the face was pink Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu squeezed the quilt and squatted in front of him. The delicate little face, the red one was about to bleed, and I felt that the phoenix was gradually getting cold, and she took a deep breath.

"How can you seal the surgery?"

She can't go to bed with him, even if she has become his wife.

Feng Lingran lightly flashed, and glanced at the small pimple on her earballs. The black scorpion sank, is it secret?

Almost certain.

Every time he shot her emotions, if not a small scam, how could his little fox know?

"Do you want to know? Um?"

Feng Ling suddenly reached out and wanted to open the quilt in front of her. Xiao Yu grabbed it tightly. He had to carry the quilt with him and embrace it in his arms.

Xiao Yu slammed his head hard, raised his hot face, and slammed his black scorpion, his mouth slightly: "Are you Feng Lingran, or... purple?"

He looked at her little mouth, moist and shiny, just like being washed by dew, the powder is incredible.

"Small things hope that I am Feng Lingran ... or your master purple?" He did not answer.

Xiao Yu was a little angry. She only regarded the purple dress as a master. The person she married was Feng Lingran. How could he ask this question?

Xiao Yu's eyes were red, and her eyes were sloppy. She licked her lips and didn't open her face. She didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Angry?"

Feng Lingran's slender fingers hooked her chin and moved her red face. The fingertips were the hot temperature of her skin.

Xiao Yu patted his fingers, his red eyes glaring at him.

Feng Ling’s bottom flashed a touch of cool demon, his long legs suddenly moved into the quilt, his hands holding her thin waist, said coldly.

"Now I will let you know who I am."

Say it! He suddenly mentioned her body...