1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract

  Only when he was close, could he smell her body, which seemed to emit a faint fragrance, not like the smell of perfume.

  Three nights ago, when he was entangled with her tactfully, he was already intoxicated by her elegant fragrance.

  After taking a bath, Mu Qingyu is used to applying a rose lotion that is not very fragrant but very moisturizing all over her body. The cold fragrance of flowers penetrated into her fair body, staining her flesh and blood. Such a sweet smell, if you don't get close enough, you will definitely not be able to smell it, let alone taint it with a ray of fragrant soul.

  The bra she specially selected is absolutely sexy-sensual-voluptuous-voluptuous compared to the pure cotton ones she wore in the past.

  The exquisite iron bow stuck into the deep ravine, translucent red filaments, wrapped in plump whiteness. (N words are omitted here, please imagine by yourself) The bright red color is matched with the delicate and smooth suet white jade, even if the light inside the car is not clear, it can still be clearly reflected.

  Leng Yunlin's eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. The slender fingers couldn't help touching the upper edge of lace, where the white part was exposed. . . . . . The fingertips gently outline the rocks of the snow-capped mountains, as if worshiping a perfect work of art.

  Leng Yunlin had a glimpse of the plain face without makeup five years ago, but now he has long forgotten it.

  Five years later, Mu Qingyu has lost her former youthfulness. With her fangs and sharp teeth pushed aside, she was forced into a coldness. Only with heavy makeup can she conceal her unruly soul.

  Her appearance is not very beautiful. However, this body is like a treasure carved by a master artist, regardless of its shape, smell, or touch, it is deeply attractive to people's attention.

   Gently lowered her head, Leng Yunlin's forehead hair flowed down her head and spread around her collarbone.

  Through the light-thin fabric, his nimble tongue, like a hunting snake, gnaws greedily. . . . . . (N words are omitted here, please imagine.) With the other palm, he caressed the mountain on the other side not to be outdone. . . . . . Let it transform various shapes under the palm of your hand.

  Even through the cloth, the soft tofu-like texture still makes him enjoy it endlessly. He couldn't bear it anymore, and his whole body bent over her. Her tall body tightly embedded her snow-white body into the soft car cushion.

hot.

   Really hot.

  Leng Yunlin's mouth was mixed with the smell of red wine, and his big hot hands, sliding across her body, seemed to be burning her soul.

  The space in the car is small, the temperature continues to rise, coupled with his oppressed body, it seems that the air in the lungs has been completely repelled, she has difficulty breathing, her mouth is dry, but she is sweating profusely.

  She has always been a very well-behaved person, and the few indulgences in her life almost have something to do with him.

  She originally imagined that she would find a man she fell in love with with all her heart, marry and have children with him, and live an ordinary and happy life. She never thought that one day, she would be bullied like this by a man in the car, but he couldn't refuse.

   "How come? I'm worried about you, Yunlin..."

  The words of refusal turned to the mouth of the throat, turned into fiery air, and exhaled meekly. Mu Qingyu only twisted a few times, and then stopped struggling. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if coquettish, letting the man who was torturing her do whatever she wanted.