Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"...I'm afraid that when I ask you this, you laugh at my whimsy and dreams..."

As she whispered softly, she stopped her fingertips at his eyebrows and slowly pulled away.

Somehow, the moment her fingertips left his cheek, a bad hunch suddenly appeared in Qin Yinan's mind.

His instinct told him that the woman in front of him seemed to leave him forever and completely.

His heart suddenly seemed to be held fiercely, squeezed hard, and it hurt his throat.

Suddenly, he panicked, panicked, and panicked, he could only raise his hand violently, grasping her wrist that moved into the air.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes looked toward his eyes.

She hadn't seen his expression clearly, he pulled her down on him with a force, his hand pressed on her head, and pressed her head down hard, his lips biting bitterly Her lips.

He circled her arm, getting harder and harder, pressing her harder and harder in her arms, almost pinching her back.

He seemed to be crazy, biting, grinding, and tangling her tongue madly.

He took her breath away, not giving her a chance to escape and ventilate. He desperately sucked in the little air left in her body.

He could only relieve him little by little as if he was intimately intimate with her.

He let go of her reluctantly when she was about to suffocate.

Her eyes are red, and her eyes are full of tears.

He watched his eyes sink, but she just opened the red, swollen mouth that he kissed, took a deep breath, and he closed her lips again.

He kissed wilder and warmer than he had just kissed. He hugged her body, rolled over, and pressed her heavily under him.

He couldn't wait to reach out and tore her clothes, then tore off his pajamas, and anxiously and anxiously exerted a force and broke into her world.

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His move was like the scene when he took her to watch the stars the night he was in the car when he wanted her.

So pampering, so pity...

Cheng Qingcong became a little trance, and could not tell whether it was a reality or a dream. Her moist eyes gradually stopped her tears. She stared at the ceiling, and was suddenly and fiercely demanded by him, resulting in some stiff body. Slowly stretched down.

The indoor temperature is getting hotter and hotter, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more ambiguous.

He and her gasps became heavier and heavier, intertwined, and turned into a deep ballad.

He forgot the resentment and hatred in his heart, sinking deeply into her beauty, she ignored his disgust and evil, and was endlessly sinking by him.

He and she just felt the existence of each other hard, desperately, the other party's enthusiasm, the other party's desire for themselves.

After all, she couldn't bear it and murmured his name in her mouth: "Enan..."