In the darkness, the handsome face of the man, Qingjun, unexpectedly approached and zoomed in front of Yan Tao, her heartbeat slightly stagnated.

  The boy’s lips are warm, and those beautiful peach eyes are covered with water mist, like the finest perfect crystal.

Qin Zong's expression was deep as the sea, and the meaning of plundering under his eyes was obvious. His slender fingers pinched the young man's chin, and came with a strong and arrogant aura, crushing the source of that sweet breath, and imprinting his breath on Yan Tao body.

  Yantao is a little confused: She hasn't done anything yet, why is Zongzong faster than her?

  Young Master Yan's attitude towards Master Qin changed too quickly, and he couldn't adapt to some.

  This process is not right.

   Shouldn’t she go up and hug her first?

  The object seems to be wrong?

  The kiss came quickly, as if it was swept in by a violent storm.

   is extremely short.

When Master Yan raised his eyebrows and tried to regain the dignity of "attack", Master Qin had already stood up straight, and Jun's cold and indifferent figure leaned against the wall.

  The black in Feng's eyes was three points deeper than the darkness.

   is mixed with beast-like plunder and fierceness.

  He looked at the boy with a heavy breath.

  The slender and vigorous palms slowly clenched.

  I really want to... just take the small snack in front of you and throw it on the bed...

   locked.

   can only be seen by oneself, can only be raised by oneself.

   Yantao’s thin red lips showed some bloodshot eyes, and she touched the corners of her lips with her plain white fingers, and turned sideways. The fatal charm of a mandala dotted the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

  She smiled slightly, how unwilling to be suppressed by Qin Zong.

  After all, she is the one above.

  "Longitudinal, the technique has improved a bit," the boy raised **** and pressed them ambiguously between the man's thin lips. Feeling the temperature of the fingertips, she chuckled lightly.

  Laughter is extremely soft, falling in the ears, lightly hooking people.

Qin Zongfeng’s eyes were darkly smooth, and his handsome face showed overwhelming courage. He stretched out his long arms, grabbed the restless claws of the little gangster, and clamped them along the arms at the same time, pressing her back to herself. By the wall.

  The man breathes coldly on weekdays. At this moment, the heat is astonishing, and it falls on Yan Tao’s neck.

  He lowered his body, his slightly cool voice revealed a rare restraint and forbearance, "I hope you will be able to say this later."

   Yan Tao...?

  The deep voice seemed to be aged red wine, accompanied by the power that made people's heart trembling, inexplicably made Master Yan's heart beat.

  She turned her head hard to look at him.

  We are downwind, and we must not show weakness.

   "Don't worry, I've never said anything I can't say."

   Xiaoqi: Yes, after all, my master is shameless.

   Yan Tao...

you shut up!

   "Let's go, it's time to interrogate the murderer."

  Qin Zong let go of the boy, straightened out the messy neckline with a blank face, and let Yan Tao go out first.

  Yantao stood beside Qin Zong, her good-looking brows raised: "Perhaps, we can try to go further?"

   "Vertical?"

  Qin Zong narrowed his eyes dangerously, and slowly repeated her words, "Further...what is it?"

  " Tell me about it."

  Yantao thought about it.

  Think of something.

  Last time I seemed to have hurt Lianfeng and some websites.

  Master Yan found out in his conscience for the first time, and thought quietly, let's forget it.

  I'll talk about this later when I go back.

and……

  I always feel that my "power offensive" position is a bit unstable.

What to do if    is vertically overturned?

  She has to think of a way.