Dear Mr. Shi

And she stood by the bed and smiled wildly, like an ancient bully: "Little beauty, don't be afraid, Lord, I will be gentle."

This frightened him, holding the quilt straight to the corner of the bed, "No, no, don't come over! Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive, impulsive is the devil!"

Her Zhang'er laughed more and more presumptuously, and she was trying to eat people, and she forced her towards him: "Don't be afraid, don't hide, baby, come here! Obedient!"

He held the quilt in horror and shook his head. She took the opportunity to rush up, then rushed to him, stripped his clothes in twos, and kissed his mouth fiercely.

What happened in the middle of the dream began to blur, after all, she did not really witness the process of happening, nor could she dream of the real process.

In my mind, Shi Yuhan was ravaged by her miserably anyway.

She was about to cheer happily, waving her hand, and suddenly seemed to touch something warm, like a person's head. She touched her forehead, and then her closed eyes, and then she felt long. The long eyelashes, further down, the tall bridge of the nose, and still down, are soft lips.

Song Qinghuan's hand unconsciously stroked that lip back and forth.

In the dream just now, it seemed that she had ravaged this lip severely. It was very soft and very comfortable to ravaged, hahahaha!

Before he laughed wildly, his arm suddenly seemed to be caught by something, and even his eyes were not opened yet, and the person was firmly suppressed.

When she kept warm from the cold, she acted like a leopard, and her tall body was covering her. The eyes of the man looking at her were like snow flames, gleaming with the icy glow of the two poles.

Song Qinghuan, who was awakened suddenly, was taken aback.

She stared at him with wide eyes: "You..."

Before the sound of the word yelled out, Shi Yuhan's overly handsome face was already suppressed, and she grabbed her lips and kissed savagely.

He kissed hard and hard, curled the tip of her tongue and sucked hard, just like she ravaged him in a dream, Song Qinghuan only felt that his lips were numb, as if he was about to bite off.

She panicked, struggling instinctively to push him away.

However, he was pressed harder, her hands were restrained together and raised to the top of her head, her body pressed hard against her, so that she could not get away for a bit.

Just when Song Qinghuan thought that he was going to be unable to escape this catastrophe, Shi Yuhan suddenly let go of her, slumped on her body and panted violently.

At the same time, her hand was also let go.

But Song Qinghuan didn't push him away, she didn't want to lie to herself, she liked the feeling that Shi Yuhan was lying on her weakly like this.

Although it is very inexplicable, there is a very inexplicable sense of satisfaction, which seems to be rippling in my chest.

But she hated herself like this again, so she cursed at Shi Yuhan with hatred, "Bad guys, despicable bad guys!"

After breathing for a while, Shi Yuhan bit her lips with a bit of annoyance.

Song Qinghuan immediately felt a faint pain on her lips, it should have been bitten by him just now.

I was trying to protect me from the cold when I was angrily accusing him, but saw him squinting his eyes and warning of danger: "Don't look at me with an angry expression. The early morning desire and dissatisfaction seduce me, isn't it just thinking that I treat you like this? "

Song Qinghuan’s eyes were filled with grievances and embarrassment for an instant, faintly staring at him, thinking for a long time, and squeezing out four words: "I hate you!"