Qing Muchen did not expect that she would suddenly say this, and he looked at him. His eyes were like a dark and boundless world. He suddenly lit a light, first a little, and then gradually became a spark.

"Not always?" The thin lip gently picked up, the big hand clasped her head, pressed her against herself, and his lips kissed her.

She took the initiative tonight all night, now it is his turn!

His kiss is different from the kiss of Moxier. One is like a spring breeze that has passed through the flower, and the other is like a storm, falling, arrogant, intense, and deep.

His hand pressed her, pushed her, and squeezed her into her arms, so strong that she seemed to smash her.

Moxier was hurt by him, but he did not say anything, padded his feet and shortened the distance between himself and him. She kissed him in the way of learning the gourd.

When the two married for such a long time, Moxier barely showed his enthusiasm in front of him.

This is her first time.

The true meaning, from the body to the heart.

The kisses of two people are like two sparks colliding, and suddenly they burst out.

The two hugged each other, squeezing each other and kissing in full swing.

On a cold winter night, the room where the two are located seems to be burning thousands of sparks, and the temperature is heating up as if it is to swell.

The sly light stretches the figure of the two people, and the two people are intertwined, and the entangled figure, like, can no longer be separated...

A long kiss, at the end, Moxier's face flushed, and the blush in the white, transparent skin was as thick as it was about to come out.

Qing Muchen looked at her like a whole, and suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter is not a teasing of her, but a joyful laughter. It is the joy of two hearts. It is a joy that a woman he loves just loves him. It is a satisfaction from the bones.

Hahahaha, let go and be hearty.

The sound is particularly infectious.

The low and low sounds sounded between the two, echoing in the big room, and did not dissipate for a long time.

Like the hairy boy who succeeded in the first confession, the kind of pleasure that was revealed deep inside, infected Moxier, Moxier stared at him out of the air, his head gently leaned in his arms, fingertips Wandering around his clothes, she suddenly said, "When did it start to change?"

She refers to when Qing Muchen began to change his thoughts on himself.

This kind of problem, she is as curious as all other women.

She thought that it should be that he was ill, she was running around for the night, or she was so obedient.

However, Qing Muchen’s answer was that she was shocked on the spot.

"Never changed!" Qing Muchen smiled low and looked at her eyes deep and deep.

The expression on the face of Moxier was slightly collected, but he hadn’t recovered. Shen Muchen suddenly came up with a sentence, “I always like it!”

boom!

There was something in the head of Moxier that jumped down, and after returning to God, his eyes suddenly burst into a starlight.

The red lips curled up a little bit, and her arms held him tightly.

As for the words that Qing Muchen said, Moxier did not go through any process of discrimination. What he said, she believed.

He is not a rhetoric person, and he does not look like a love story. He even asks her feelings to be so concealed.

She knows how much honesty he deserves to be cherished!