Master Zhan, Calm Down!

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There are supermarket shopping bags on the crystal table not far in front of the sofa.

There was a mess of things inside.

Get closer.

On the floor next to the sofa, a box with a plastic film was opened. Four or five sealed small squares were scattered on the ground, and one of them had been torn apart.

The night is quiet.

Quietly, I only heard the heavy and disordered breathing of the two people, the woman groaning slightly, and the depressive thrashing under the cashmere blanket.

缱绻, fusion, no longer negative distance.

Fragrant sweat dripping.

Sang Xia lay wet on his (chest xiong) mouth, her thin white arms protruding from the cashmere blanket (hook gou) to his neck, the blue silk was wet and stuck to his (chest xiong) mouth, With her eyes closed, her cheeks were dyed with hot and humid red tide, her lips were blushing, and she gasped for breath.

And Rong Zhan's head was buried in her hair, holding her tightly for her, as if wishing to merge with her and become a person, no one, nothing can separate them.

At this moment, everything seems to have nothing to do with lust, and some are just seeking soul comfort.

Finding is the other half of the soul.

Sang Xia couldn't feel it.

Rong Zhan is different from before.

What he wanted was very deep, it seemed to permeate his bones. He passed his depression, pain, and even faint despair to her.

She had never seen such a Rong Zhan, and she had the urge to pity and love.

Is she crazy?

But, just keep going crazy like this, he is a poisonous man, even if he doesn't like it so much, he loves so much, but now she wants to sink with him.

This time, she volunteered.

After one time, Sang Xia hadn't come down yet, panting, biting her lip and asking shallowly, "Rong Zhan...If one day, you find that I have done something...that makes you happy, what should I do?

The day after tomorrow, he left early. He was still having a temper just now. How could he tell him about such a big thing?

She didn't want to see him angry or quarrel with him, so when she was in the (washing xi) bath just now, she felt that she should know the current affairs person as a handsome, and before he started, she took the initiative to coax him once , Maybe it made him comfortable, he agreed.

The most unwilling is to toss her hard.

But Sang Xia knew that she thought that simple at first, but when she came out, she felt the inexplicably depressed breath on his body. Listening to his husky compromise, she would be inexplicably softhearted, not a taste, and could not bear it. She took the initiative to approach him, wanting to comfort him.

She didn't want to care about her emotions.

sympathy?

Poor?

Not only, it's very complicated, she can't tell.

Rong Zhan suddenly took her and turned around, letting her inside and outside the sofa. The two people on the narrow sofa were close to each other, and they were embedded again.

She bit her lip and frowned and groaned, and her body tightened.

He crossed her fingers, lowered his head (kissing) the corner of her eyes, breathing became more and more rapid again, and his voice was dull, "As long as you don't leave me, you can do anything."

Anything is fine.

Don't leave him.

Don't leave him.

He will die.

He couldn't bear the people who had been waiting for so long to come to him, but he left after tasting the sweetness he dreamed of.

It's more painful than never having it.

If he had never had sunshine, he would not crave warmth.

Even if he deserves to die, he is a bastard, a beast.

Let him go to **** after death, and don't deprive him of his soul support.

The night is still long.

Rong Zhan doesn't want to see the dawn, he just wants to die in her body.