Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

With a bath towel wrapped around his waist, Yang Zhao leaned against Ling Qingyu, who was texting on the bed, watching her send the text message, and smiled: "Why, do you want to be a matchmaker?"

Ling Qingyu clicked on the sharing of Luo Meiyan's hair in the circle of friends on his mobile phone. The link is the top ten romantic destinations in the world. Luo Meiyan wrote on it, lonely Valentine's Day, lonely Mid-Autumn Festival, when can I go to these places! Dead Ling Qingyu, I hate you!

Yang Zhao smiled unconsciously, all of her best friends were very interesting. While taking on the responsibility of throwing away her hand, they also complained and complained about acting like a baby and being cute.

"I think Cheng Cheng is a very good person," Ling Qingyu leaned on him, and continued to scroll through the WeChat Moments Weibo qq, and said: "The personality is cheerful and straightforward, the character is good, um, he looks very beautiful, very Manly."

Yang Zhao raised his brows, and put his arms around her waist, and said, "You, like him?"

"I like all your friends, but what?" Looking back at Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu smiled violently, and said: "My interest in him lies in, don't you think he is very suitable for swallows? Swallows are cautious and straightforward. Let’s go to Cheng Cheng, who gags without interruption. Swallows act carelessly, but Cheng Cheng pays attention to details. He actually asked for gifts we didn’t expect. I asked for more, and he was worthy of Yanzi's height. The most important thing is that Yanzi will understand the work Cheng Cheng does! She likes this kind of masculine, responsible, and adventurous Spiritual man."

Yang Zhao raised his brows even higher, so researched? Observe so carefully? Did he even notice when he asked for gifts? In other words, Cheng Cheng does not look bad...

Turning over and pressing Yang Zhao under him, Ling Qingyu chuckled, pressing his fingers on his slightly pursed lips, and said, "Well, is Zhao jealous?"

Yang Zhao's cheeks were flushed, he opened his mouth, licked his tongue on the palm of her hand, and looked at her with flowing eyes.

"Silly Zhao, I already have such a good and cute Zhao, how could I go..." After a pause, Ling Qingyu chuckled and coughed: "I pay attention to Cheng Cheng, just because he is your friend. , You see, isn’t there a clause in the husband and wife rules? Treat your husband’s brothers with tolerance and understanding. Well, I’m just looking at it and reviewing it by the way. That’s because I want to know what you handed over here. My friend, will you take you badly? By the way, let Yanzi take a look...Ah! Zhao! I really don’t have any other meaning anymore, I can’t even love you!"

Watching her turn from sorrow to anxiety, and finally with a rascal explanation, the curve of Yang Zhao's lips also changed from grievances to chuckles, hooked her head, and blocked her two **** ruddy pieces with her lips. Lips, said: "Well, I know..."

His kiss was extremely tender and lingering, he kissed her lips a little bit, and a soft sigh came out from the corner of his mouth.

I love you……

Ling Qingyu felt like a drum in his heart, raised his head, tossed the phone aside, put his hands on his ears, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly, and said: "Well, honestly, did you miss me? Are you jealous! "

Yang Zhao picked up her hand and pressed it on his chest, rubbed the ring on the **** with some strength, looked at her with a misty smile in his eyes, and said softly: " You ask it, it thinks you are almost broken..."

In the past, he nodded lightly with shame, never been so straightforward as he said now. Ling Qingyu felt a pain in his heart and then warmed up. With gentleness and devotion, he bowed his head and kissed the one that he rubbed hard with his hands. Cornel.

"Ah... Qingyu..." Yang Zhao raised his head unconsciously and let out a long soft moan.

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu said while nibbling on the delicious purple bud, "We will get up early tomorrow, and we will go for a walk by the beach."

"Okay..." Yang Zhao's voice was **** hoarse, his body trembling slightly because of her pecking kiss, hugged her waist, and couldn't help whispering: "Qingyu...Qingyu... "

Loosening the already-curled purple fruit, Ling Qingyu uncovered the bath towel around his waist and gently wrapped the already hard red gun, looking at the shyness on his face and the crimson that spread to the roots of his ears. , Smiling lovingly and pityingly asked: "Zhao, do you want to~ eh?"

As he said, he looked at the backpack he had been carrying since Semporna.

Yang Zhao's face was even redder, and he whispered softly: "That is, that's what I looked at...want..."

After getting out of the bed and taking the backpack, Ling Qingyu flew his brows and pressed his hands on the zipper with a ridiculous smile and glanced at him. His eyes were so awkward that Yang Zhao turned his head slightly and turned the red tomato-like neck towards her. The legs were bent and opened wide, and a red gun between the two thighs went straight into the sky.

Seeing Ling Qingyu's nosebleed almost sprayed out, with an evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he kept leaning over with his fingertips and gently scratching the top of the red gun, and opened the zipper of the backpack with one hand.

There were a few clothes on the backpack. Ling Qingyu brows involuntarily. He took out the clothes and saw that it was a serious shirt, wondering if it was what he thought. When thinking about something in my heart, the fingertips became heavier... Yang Zhao made a long and charming sound, "Ah... Qingyu..."

Looking back and smiling at his spring rush, even his body was flushed with crimson, Ling Qingyu took out the contents of the bag, and smiled: "I thought you bought some fun toys, just clothes. what?"

Her fingernails were cut cleanly, and the fleshy fingers on her round fingers brought a little nail hardness, even scraping and pressing, so that the most sensitive part of the tip gave a trembling pleasure. He dashed all over the body along his back, making him groan softly and gasped, turning his head to look at her, and a bright blue water in his eyes, tender and sweet, made Ling Qingyu stunned, busy covering up. He picked up the thing in his hand and said, "Well, since I like it, I will definitely satisfy you, just use this!"

A shyness was brushed across Yang Zhao's face, and he nodded slowly, and said, "Okay..." As he said, he took a pillow and placed it under his waist, raised his hips, and revealed it in front of her. The fresh and tender red hole was already opening and closing involuntarily.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, stiffening his neck and turning his head to what he was holding...

It was a special bead stick for the backyard made up of huge round beads that could be vibrated with wires.

With a scream, Ling Qingyu rushed up...

I didn't even notice the constant vibration of the phone next to him, and the poor phone was shaken off the bed with greater intensity in a short while.