"What evidence do you have that I am your woman?"
"Evidence Luoxi, you don't know whether I've been in or not."
“If others don’t know, it doesn’t count as evidence.
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Why do you want me to publish the video of you enjoying your climax?"
"You are shameless" "If you want face, you can eat it" "" Forget it, he has so many lies, she can't talk to him, just take the video once it's taken Anyway, everyone who appeared inside was something he had seen before, and there was nothing to hide from him.
Luo Xi simply changed the subject, raised her face and asked, "So, you brought me that meal?"
"You're welcome."
The man replied in a calm tone, as if he was predicting the future. "" Luo Xi rolled her eyes silently.
Who said I should thank him?
This level of narcissism is boundless I originally wanted to create an atmosphere of romantic memories, but it was shattered into pieces by him.
But at least she had received such silent attention from him, and she still felt a little bit sweet in her heart.
Oh my god Have you been persecuted by him for too long and now you have become a masochist?
She was feeling complacent after being peeped into her privacy by him.
She really had no lower limit.
Luo Xi simply lay on top of the man and remained silent.
"Why don't you get up yet?"
Jing Mohao bent his legs and bumped the woman who was limp into mud.
"No," Luo Xi hummed coquettishly.
She rarely spoke to a man in such a tone, and even when she was with Chen Chen, she never committed herself to him in the slightest.
If Lu Yaping hadn't begged Chen Chen, she would have been an independent and self-reliant woman.
This can be said to be the first time that she suddenly wanted to stick to someone, someone who could bring her unlimited fantasy and stability, and find a stable soil for her restless heart.
Jing Mohao felt the woman's twisting softness and curves, and couldn't help but feel a ball of heat rising underneath him.
He tried hard to control his reason, but he still felt the urge of his soul to wander around the edge of his body.
He dug his fingertips into his thigh to keep himself awake, and almost yelled at Luo Xi through gritted teeth, "Luo Xi, I say it for the last time, get off here."
Luo Xi held his chest with her palms and rubbed his head.
She was about to speak and ask him if he wanted to, but was pushed to the side by the man.
Jing Mohao pressed down and felt a tearing pain in his back. , Luo Xi looked deeply at his handsome features, fully expecting his passionate desert to melt her.
Unexpectedly, the man paused in time as usual.
His cold eyes were imprinted on Luo Xi as if he could pierce a big hole through her.
He didn't stop any longer and got out of bed.
The door was thrown by his angry force.
There was a loud noise.
This woman was sent by God to torture him.
When he could have sex with her, she kept resisting and tried her best to escape.
Now that he can't fuck her anymore, she diligently moved up to fuck him.
What did she mean?
Jing Mohao went downstairs to find Ouyang to re-bandage the wound that had cracked due to excitement.
Luo Xi was lying on the spacious round bed with empty eyes.
The man's sharp tone and stern eyes hurt her deeply, as if a knife had been inserted into her exposed chest, and the blood flow could not be stopped.
This was the second time that he had rejected her initiative like this.
She felt an almost terrifying air-conditioning on his body.
She didn't know why he suddenly didn't like her closeness
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