Luo Yibei glimpsed a little, and the face that had been slammed was fixed there. His eyes swept over her face at an extremely slow speed, and she held her hand loose. He raised his eyebrows. "What did you call me?" ?"

"Easy!" Fang Chixia stabilized himself by his support, stood up straight and called him again.

Her voice, the special Qing Yue, the name of Luo Yibei, is not not so called, but from her mouth, how to listen to how to bring silk and other people's taste.

Soft, twirling and turning back a thousand times.

Luo Yibei seems to have lost her disappointment in her claim, as if she was caught in some kind of memory, and her eyes were a little distracted.

Fang Chixia gently lifted his face and glanced at him carefully, trying to take the opportunity to leave. However, this time, even the footsteps did not move, Luo Yibei re-entered her back.

"I said I can go?" His words, cold and as usual.

What Fang Chi Xia thought was that she could not go, need his approval?

However, she does not have the spirit to fight with him now.

"Easy, I am very hard to accept ~" The body leaned back in his arms, his hands on his shoulders, her voice was confused.

Her movements were particularly supple, and they didn't resist as much as they did. After the head was close to his arms, he even raised his arm and wrapped his waist.

Tonight she doesn't remember all the holidays between the two, and all her senses have been contained in her body.

The head is heavy, the body is hot, and the legs are soft. When Luo Yibei didn't do anything to her, she even had some intimacy with him.

If Luo Yibei toss her, she is uncomfortable, and she is only conditioned and resounding.

Her memory seems to be all about tonight, there is no four years between the two, there is nothing happening at the wedding, no Luo Yibei that is as sharp as a knife to open her heart Eyes, the second child’s affairs did not happen, and there was not so much despair and sadness...

Everything has not happened, her joy and anger to him, all by how he is walking towards her.

Luo Yibei felt her soft and soft, and her body was very stiff.

The line of sight moved down at an extremely slow speed. He stared at her like this, and she looked at it with a sorrowful sorrow in her eyes.

Fang Chixia’s head is still on his chest, and he is pulling his clothes on his side. “I am hot~”

Luo Yibei ignored her, staring at her coldly, and the tone was still cool. "Do you know what I hate you?"

"I want to go back to bed! Go back to bed!" Fang Chi Xia did not hear his words, tearing off the shoulder strap of his clothes, and the large white snow-white skin on her chest did not seem to notice her. Pushing him away seems to be trying to stumble and go outside.

However, the legs have not yet opened, and the legs have not stood still for a while, and they slammed into the bathtub.

Her fall was really not too shallow, the bathtub was so hard, and the collision went up, and her brows were twisted.

Luo Yi's northern line of sight slowly moved down her body, kneeling in front of her, and he did not immediately help her.

His eyes swept across her face, and his voice was like a cold lake. Indifferent, it seemed to have a deep heartache.

"Do you know how much I have suffered in the past four years?"

Fang Chi looked at him in summer and did not answer.