The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia can't stand him, but he doesn't want to surrender in this kind of thing.

"Don't!" She leaned over her head and arms between him and herself. She refused very simply.

Luo Yi's north lip outlines a cool arc, and the body hits her again.

"Well~" Fang Chixia did not control for a while, and his fingertips smashed his shoulder.

Luo Yibei is like a pain, her face is buried on her, she is still grinding her skin with her teeth.

He seems to be stimulating her, biting hard, raging, and even badly tossing her teeth.

Fang Chi Xia was bitten by his nerves and suffered a lot of pain.

She had been left with no resistance at first, and he was a little annoyed by his stimulation.

"Luo Yibei, are you enough?" He snorted at him low and pushed him against the iron gate behind him, holding his head in his hands, getting up enough, his lips biting against his lips.

Her kiss is purely revenge.

Luo Yibei is only licking her skin, she is directly biting his tongue.

Lips and teeth are entangled in him, and the strength of biting is comparable to that of Luo Yibei.

When she was provoked, when it was clear and cold in peacetime, it suddenly became a personal one, and the action was wild.

However, for men, there is a more pleasing word - enthusiasm.

Luo Yibei was allowed to move by her movements, and the smile in her eyes deepened. His body even opened up with cooperation.

The breath of both people was a bit confusing. He did not continue, and Fang Chi Xia could not be unreasonable.

After a while, her movements slowly stopped.

The tip of his nose was against him, staring at his pair of laughter and laughter, watching her quietly. She squinted at him, his arms fell, and he wanted to shrink from him. Luo Yibei removed her hand again. Pulled over and rehanged on his neck.

Pressing her face tends to herself, her high nose tipping against her small nose, his lips with/with her lips kissing and kissing, the cool lips, gently holding her.

Biting her lip/petal, gently honing, involving, his kiss is not as intense and brutal as before, summer rain is like, ice is cool, gentle and gentle, so that Fang Chixia's head is a little dizzy.

Fang Chi Xia rubbed his arms tightly, leaning against the iron door, gently closing his eyes...

It seems that there is patience in the north of Luoyi after the violent storm.

Tonight, every kiss is gentle as if it can melt people, delicate like a gust of wind, sneak into the heart of Fang Chi Xia.

Fang Chi Xia is not afraid of Luo Yibei's strong and barbaric, she is more uncomfortable with his gentleness.

As soon as he was gentle, even if both of them had been married for six years, she was still like a 17-year-old girl, and it was easy to fall into the whirlpool he made.

Give up all the struggle, she gave herself completely to him...

Luo Yibei quietly observed her reaction, and her lips were hooked up with confidence.

Like gentle?

Xiao Yi is still in the sand weaving star these days, Fang Chi Xia and Luo Yibei's life, and returned to the wedding period, there are only two people at any time.

The two stayed in the garden for too long last night. Fang Chixia didn't sleep for a few hours a night. When she got up in the morning, her head was still groggy.

The room has a scent, a fresh and fresh taste, accompanied by the morning breeze.

Like...the taste of roses.