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Yan Zeyang unbuttoned his military uniform and threw it aside, revealing the white shirt underneath.
Wen Xin was hugged by him and placed on the bed. The sheets were new, and the blue color matched her skin color perfectly. It matched her red lips and white teeth. She was delicate and soft. She crawled on the bed sheets with her bare feet, revealing the hollow beauty of her silk skirt. back.
When she was picked up by him just now, she even kicked her calf a few times. She actually liked his effortless princess hug because when she was held in his arms, she felt like a treasure in his hands. Likewise, she can feel infinite care and love, and it is her safest support and harbor.
He put his arms around her suet-like skin, hugging her tightly. Listening to his heart beating steadily, at that moment, Wen Wen suddenly felt a little shy.
She is not timid in matters of love, but for some reason, she feels a little shy at this time.
She kicked off her shoes, one fell in the hall, and the other stood by the door. After putting it on the bed, she turned over, hugged the soft pillow, and quietly turned to look at him.
Look at the beauty under the light.
The soft branches and tender branches are extremely polished, and the whole person is extremely delicate.
When he put her down, her skirt turned up at some point. The silk fabric was soft and smooth. The beauty with all the curves of her body was lying there. The exposed skin was so white that it made people's hearts beat, and her slightly parted pink lips were dazzling.
Like the little red flowers blooming on a snowy night.
Under the faint yellow light of the bedroom, a layer of watery luster appeared on the fat white skin.
Yan Motou unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and sat on the bed. He glanced at the skin that had never been seen by anyone, and slowly pressed his hot palm against it, feeling as smooth as jade.
Probably because his palm was too hot, Wen Xin moved slightly in fear, but she couldn't avoid the hand that was close to her skin.
In the warm yellow light, on this New Year's Eve night when everyone is celebrating, in the room he will prepare for his future wife, and on the bed prepared for the bridal chamber on the wedding night.
She, lying on it, occupied it all.
There is only a bedroom for two people. The house is isolated from the loud sound of firecrackers outside and blocks the chill of the night. In such a quiet moment, under the dim light, the bright white, soul-stirring woman with a graceful figure is lying on the bed, because The touch of his fingertips made her tremble slightly and timidly, which was pitiful.
Yan Motou quietly placed his hand on her leg and looked at her without making any movement, but the Adam's apple in his throat kept sliding slightly, and a burning heat from the inside seemed to be burning on his body.
Even the warmth can be felt.
Although Wen Xin was very flirtatious at first, she was still an inexperienced little girl after all. Once something like this happened to her that she had never experienced before, she would feel timid because it was an area in which she had no experience. .
She doesn't flirt casually, let alone mess around. She knew Yama's character and refusal attitude from the beginning, so she dared to tease the other person like that. As soon as the other person refuses, she will retreat and push forward. , seems to be very bold, but that is just because she is sure that the other person will not do anything to her. Of course, there is also an element of liking in it.
But in fact, when the other party really got serious with her, she shrank immediately, like a weakling who was talkative but upright, with fear clearly written on her face.
Women are very sensitive. When he put his hands on her snow-colored, smooth and shiny legs, she became a little nervous and wanted to hide after rubbing them twice.
Because he never took off his clothes before.
Although he sat there motionless and looked at her, Wen Wen was suffering from stage fright, and she wanted to get up from the soft bed, but as soon as she sat up, the person who had been motionless moved.
The arms made of steel hugged her tightly, hugging her over. Her whole body was pulled into a hot embrace, and the scalding temperature of the skin continued to burn the warm and tender skin.
Then her lips were sealed by the hot lips, and the wet tongue slipped into her mouth.
He probed so deeply that even her screams were swallowed by him.
Wen Xin was soon kissed until she fell into a daze, and her unusually soft body had already turned into water in his arms.
When the kiss ended, she was so weak and warm that she leaned her head on his shoulder, smelling the cold breath on his body. When she looked up, she saw that he was slightly tilting his head, looking at her intently.
She couldn't help but asked him coquettishly: "What are you doing?"
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With just such a hug, the heat in the body that had subsided began to surge again.
His breath was shaky, and after a few words of comfort, he couldn't help turning his head and kissing her face repeatedly. Her lips were slightly tilted by his kissing strength. After a long time, he gasped suppressedly: "What if I'll come back when I have time, just wait for me at home."
"I won't wait for you, I want to go back to Longzhou." Wenxin closed her eyes and shed tears of grievance. After blending together, he patted his butt and left. How could this work? She was like a little girl who was about to be abandoned. As if pitiful, she hugged his neck and whimpered behind his back.
At that moment, Yama¡¯s heart was throbbing, and his face tightened: ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll ask someone to pick you up, you wait at home.¡±
After talking for a long time, he finally took the two pink and soft arms from his neck, stuffed her into the quilt, and after coaxing her to sleep, he hurriedly took the hat from the door and hurried downstairs.
In the cold morning, he went downstairs, opened the door of the jeep, and got in.
He was coaxed to sleep, but his whole body felt heavy, and the desire that could not be relieved made his abdomen tense. He closed his eyes, and it took a long time before the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.
Thinking of something, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, with light red marks on it.
At that moment, he didn¡¯t know whether he hoped that the inspection document was genuine or a forgery.
He stroked his forehead and closed his eyes for a while, then stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket. In the still dark early morning night, he started the car and left the Songtao Garden quickly. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com