Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Nan Rong Huai'an looked puzzled by Su Fei. He took her hand and placed it in his heart. "Here, Su Fei, you can feel it."

Feng Sufei listened to Nan Rong Huai'an, and her attention was in the heart of Nan Rong Huai'an.

She could feel his skin in the palms of her hands, and the sound of the heartbeat under her skin, was so powerful that it passed through her palms to her mind.

At this moment, Feng Sufei looked at the eyes of Shangnan Ronghuai'an again, her heart sullen.

"Huai'an ..."

Whispering, Feng Sufei looked up and kissed Nan Rong Huaian's lips.

This kiss made Nan Ronghuai feel at ease, his eyes darkened, hugged Feng Sufei tightly, and he kissed back deeply.

The kiss is deep and long.

Nan Rong Huaian clasped Feng Sufei's head and didn't want to let go of her.

"Well……"

Feng Sufei's breath was swallowed, and she really couldn't breathe.

But this time, Nan Rong Huai'an was not the same as before. He seemed to be filled with a dark breath all over him, covering her like he was going to devour her all.

Nan Rong Huaian's breath was too strong, Feng Sufei couldn't resist it and couldn't resist it.

She didn't want to make a sound, and her breath was swallowed by Nan Rong Huaian.

This time, he seemed to be overbearing and overbearing.

Feng Sufei tried to push away, and was locked and held by Nan Rong Huai An so that she could not move.

Nan Rong Huaian's eyes are getting darker and darker, and he really doesn't want to let go of Feng Sufei.

Feng Sufei could not breathe, it was Nan Rong Huai An who gave her breath.

Feng Sufei's body gradually softened, as if soft into a ball of water.

Nan Rong Huai An lay down holding her, even if lying on the bed, his arms tightly hugged Feng Sufei, locking Feng Sufei, as if she was afraid she would leave.

Nan Rong Huaian's breath and his domineering all wrapped Feng Sufei.

Let Feng Sufei not escape such a breath, such a deep affection.

Nan Rong Huaian's fingers seemed to have magic power, making Feng Sufei's whole body like an electric shock.

And this time, Nan Rong Huai An's movements were fast, and his fingers were lit like a piano.

He hardly gave her time to adjust.

Nan Rong Huaian's lips slightly opened Feng Sufei's lips and changed her eyebrows and necks ...

Feng Sufei began to take a big breath.

Whether it was such a passion or the deep kiss just now, Feng Sufei almost choked, this would be able to breathe the air, she was naturally eager to continue to breathe.

But Feng Sufei's eager breathing made her whole body line follow the ups and downs. In the eyes of Nan Rong Huai'an, she was even more charming.

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes were getting darker and dazzling with vortexes, like a flood, with the intensity of Pentium.

Nan Rong Huaian seemed to tell Feng Sufei's feelings in this way, and seemed to prove that Feng Sufei belonged to him in this way, not like the wind, which made him unable to catch it.

"Huai'an, Huaian ..."

"Sophie, I'm ..."

A love and a deep affection brought the hearts of the two people closer.

Perhaps the most intimate contact sometimes brings two hearts close together, all languages ​​are pale, and this way is true.

This time, Nan Rong Huai'an made Feng Sufei tired.

If it wasn't for Feng Sufei really asleep, Nan Rong Huaian would not be like that, and he would continue.

Because only true intimacy can make his heart a little solid.