Chapter 870 Playing with Fire Passionate, compassionate, and dying The two bodies were tightly pressed together, and in the quiet darkness, they gradually became hot. et Yun Linghan deeply sucked the softness and beauty under his body, feeling a strange hot current rushing through his lower abdomen, and his mouth was dry.
A scorching and domineering deep kiss, Feng Tingge felt that the air in his chest was gradually becoming less and less, and his consciousness couldn't help but begin to gradually become confused.
"Ling Han, wait, wait."
Feng Qingge pushed his strong and elastic chest with both hands, his breath was unsteady, and he hurriedly took a few breaths.
The fresh and crisp air, as soon as it entered his chest, Feng Qingge suddenly took a few greedy sips. looked at the man in front of him whose eyes were getting deeper and deeper.
At this moment, I suddenly began to regret playing with fire.
"It's not early, you better go back and rest quickly."
Quickly stretched out his hands and covered his somewhat hot cheeks, Feng Tiange said incoherently.
As he spoke, he didn't dare to look up at the burning eyes in front of him.
The next moment, Feng Qingge's small hands covering his face were suddenly caught by those big hands.
Overhead, a scorching and seductive aura was pressed down.
"I want to leave after playing with fire, huh" The low, hoarse, nasal voice had a strong sense of danger.
Feng Qingge secretly screamed "not good" from his heart, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
Above my head, there was a low laugh.
"It's a pity it's late."
As the words fell, the big hands in front of her suddenly moved downward, tightly wrapping her slender waist.
The scorching palms, the darkness burned her waist through the thin fabric, and she shivered all over.
Yun Linghan's slender and straight legs stretched back, and his whole body was completely pressed down.
With a movement of both hands, he lowered her whole body towards the bed, and then the whole person followed.
"Ling" With his back tightly pressed against the bed, Feng Qinge exclaimed in a hurry, and then felt that the body in front of him quickly became hot.
Not only that, but a special position began to become more and more hot, accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing in her ears, hot against a certain part of her thigh.
Feng Qingge's voice froze, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Taking advantage of this gap, Yun Linghan's hot lips had quickly covered up.
Kissed her lips domineeringly, over and over again, her arms tightly wrapped around her delicate body.
That gesture that was both domineering and cherished, as if to crush her deeply into his arms.
"It's over."
Feng Qingge wailed in her heart and closed her eyes in despair.
Although she has never eaten pork, as a modern person, she still vaguely knows what will happen next.
In the fiery darkness, his breath was hot all the way along her earlobe, all the way to her chest.
Although it was separated by the fabric, the soft and beautiful touch still made him almost lose his senses.
Wherever that scorching breath went, Feng Qingge's body seemed to be ignited by something, and he whispered slightly from his mouth, and his body began to change.
"Ling Han, no, don't" Crispy and numb touch, Feng Qingge barely suppressed the feeling in his heart, as if he was being teased by a cat's paws.
Pushing his chest open, biting his lip with his teeth, gasping and spitting out the words
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