Mo Huaiyuan kissed her, turned over, and the strong and strong male body covered her, kissing her hotly from head to toe.

The body he loved, on the side of his slender waist and down from his lower abdomen, purple-red kiss marks were clearly imprinted on his skin, which was the brightness he left when he was most intense.

At that time... he was tightly wrapped intimately, with rapid and ruthless movements under his body. She had nowhere to hide in the ups and downs of comfort, and could only scream and bear it. She didn't even notice the deep kiss marks he sucked heavily in her neck. When the long attack gradually slowed down, she sobbed and hugged him and begged for mercy. Then she felt the shoulders, neck, spine, and waist in the warm tears were already sour and sore...

Her tender legs were opened, supported by his powerful palm, and occupied countless times, raging in her crazy tight body...

Until, unknown how long after, when she was tortured to collapse, she growled and hugged her tightly... Gong...

The floodgates of some things either don't open, or when they open, they will overturn her entire world like a volcano erupting...

An Ran was sore that he could not speak in the end. When he moved, he was the flames of the prairie. Mo Huaiyuan was soaked in sweat. He no longer forced her to move. He just kissed her all over little by little, covered her again, kissed her ears, and called her in a hoarse voice.

She opened her eyelashes that were wet with sweat, and her slender fingers and wrists were trembling. When he kissed her, every time,...

Completely exhausted.

The soft person's body was hot, and there was a hint of hot tears inexplicably. Mo Huaiyuan kissed him with a heartache, restraining his desire to move, hugging her, and accompanying her to sleep with her in the continuous soft coaxing sounds...

In the dream, when she dreamed of the first time, his sharp and domineering eyes, the severe pain of the tearing was gone, and only he left in his body, from the beginning to the rapid and sharp comfort that was as if he was hit by a stray bullet, he was stacked one after another... and in the dream, he added a deeper layer of love every time he asked her...

...

Mo Huaiyuan woke up very early.

Not only because of the biological clock, but also because of the person in his arms, his misty and sleepy eyes couldn't help but open until the hazy light shone into the room through the curtains in the early morning. He hugged her, gently pressed against her forehead and kissed her gently, waiting for her to wake up.

The person in his arms finally moved.

I had known how good Mo Huaiyuan's physical strength was. I had actually imagined what happened last night when An Ran was free occasionally. Every time she thought about it, she blushed and determined that if it happened, she might have to be killed. In that case last night, she was out of control and crazy, but in the end, Mo Huaiyuan actually endured her restraint. After all, her youth could no longer bear it...

So it is natural that when I wake up in the morning, the thriving and hot thing hit her legs.

"..." With a sob, someone who was very comfortable being kissed woke up, looked at him in a daze, sighed, and buried his little face red and again.

With his messy hair, he nestled in his neck.

The temperature is as comfortable as striking.

Mo Huaiyuan's body trembled violently, there was a hint of forbearance in Mo's deep eyes, and he said softly: "Wake up..."

"Mo Huaiyuan..." Her voice was already hoarse last night, and now she was almost unable to make a sound, so she could only exhale, "You are not allowed to watch..."

The quilt wrapped around her whole body. He lowered his head and could only see her tender and petite back. Looking to the bottom, he couldn't see the one below... He agreed "um" and did not lift the quilt or look. He just wrapped his big palm around her body and touched it down. He reached the curve of his waist and rubbed it hard twice. She was hit by a soreness and whimpered into his arms. He buried it in her neck and kissed her, turned over and pressed her gently, and the big palm had already leaned down her lower abdomen...

The little woman's body trembled uncontrollably and bit her hard on his shoulder.

"Mo Huaiyuan, I said I won't show it..." Her voice was hoarse and trembling in protest.

"I won't look..." His voice was hoarse, and his slightly heavy tone looked like a gentleman, with a overwhelming attraction like a net, hooking the string of her shame, and was about to break. "In the future, there will be opportunities to watch...I want to do it first..."

"Where are your hands..." The little woman was so pressed that she couldn't move, and her voice seemed to be about to cry.

He felt Microsoft in his heart, and he kissed her side face and ears gently to comfort her, and said in a low voice: "Don't you feel where it is? Then I'll try to change something?"

She shook her head repeatedly, but was already scared by his movements halfway through.

The atmosphere of a little drunk last night

He surrounded him, maybe he wouldn't be able to feel the slightest bit of details like now. She sobbed and buried her head. Mo Huaiyuan had really opened his hand... He came in, was blocked, took a light breath, tightened her waist, buried it inch by inch by inch by her whimper...

Ranran, do you feel it?

She... felt...he was not ordinary...big...

I was completely absent from the second half of last night. At this time, even though Mo Huaiyuan had deliberately done it gentle, the comfort that extended to the details still deeply stimulated the two of them.

The slightly cool air in the morning pierced the exposed skin of the two people like tentacles.

He was about to get up, but she couldn't hug him, and began to panic, but he seemed to insist on doing this, leaving a kiss on her bright red lips lovingly, and got up...

I really couldn't see clearly last night. The little woman's slender body was wrapped around her long hair that was wrapped around her shoulders, spreading onto the pure white sheet, her face was burned red. If she couldn't catch him, she could only hold her pillow tightly, which was simply...

It's just a terrible thing to go crazy.

The morning bathing beg came up surgingly, and Mo Huaiyuan was no longer satisfied with such slow movements. He pressed down and kissed her lips heavily, pried open the gaps of her teeth and sucked her tongue, and kissed her in a daze like a tumbling sea. He pulled a pillow under her, raised her body slightly, and bumped into it violently and fiercely...

Her tears were shed fiercely.

And the man on her body, no matter how fierce or violent the movements were, could make her deeply feel that he was loving her and deeply...

...

The early tide was fierce. Old Chen was used to going out for a walk in the morning of cold and cold every day. Last night, the phone number he called An Zhanyu was answered by his new secretary and it was not connected. Old Chen didn't think about what was going on in his heart. Early in the morning, the phone number had already been called.

"Hey? Chen Laoyao?" Cao Kun's voice was a little tired, but his spirit was still strong.

"Hey, Xiao Cao..." Old Chen laughed, "I'm looking for Lao An, are you there? It was so late last night that you said he was still busy, and I didn't ask you, what are you busy with..."

"It's no longer busy now," Cao Kun walked all the way, nodding to the people on both sides of the door, and pushed open the door, "I asked the secretary to answer your phone number, wait, and I'll pick it up for you."

"good."

An Zhanyu closed his eyes and rested, his face was not very good, and there was still a piece of white gauze on the back of his hand. Seeing Cao Kun coming, he waved his hand to drive away other secretary, tore the gauze on the back of his hand, and took the phone from Cao Kun.

"I met your children last night. I instantly remembered that I wanted to call you, but I didn't disturb you, right?" Old Chen laughed, maintaining the friendship between the two of them who had been in the army. After all, they were seven or eight years older than An Zhanyu, and the style of the older generation was still there.

"Brother Chen, don't joke. I was just receiving a foreign guest yesterday... Are you having something wrong? Is there something wrong with Ranran?"

"No," Old Chen waved his hand, looked at the direction of the sea breeze, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and squint his eyes to look at the seaside hotel on the side, frowned, and smiled, "These two children are staying well in Maicheng and have a good relationship. I asked about it last night. Is it true that the matter of Huaiyuan and the Qu family you told me last time that Huaiyuan and the Qu family were in contact, right?"

An Zhanyu was stunned.

"Um?"

Mr. Chen was also slightly surprised: "Are I talking too much? You don't know about this?"

An Zhanyu saw several secretary busy cleaning up the contents of the morning meeting, his pale and sickly face shook slightly: "Oh, no, I was also curious. I said nothing unexpectedly that the engagement and wedding were held together in November. I have been waiting for so long, but I haven't heard the wind. Ranran called me and never told me."

Speaking of which, An Ran has been around for almost a month and has not called him.
Chapter completed!