Chapter 871 Pouring Song, Is It Okay As soon as the words came out, Feng Qingge almost bit his tongue with regret. et Oh, my God How could that coquettish and tactful voice come from her mouth The voice was soft and charming It's not like a rejection, it's like an invitation.
In the darkness, I heard the coquettish voice of the little woman below me.
Yun Linghan's eyes were bright, and a pair of eyes hidden under the mask were as deep as a bottomless pool for ten thousand years.
Outside the window, the clear moonlight shifted to the east.
The moonlight slanted through the window, shining on the peerless little face under him, captivating the country and the city.
Feng Tingge's beautiful face was already crimson, his eyes were half-open, and his eyes were flowing with a different style.
Yun Linghan's breathing suddenly became heavy.
The broad palm reached out to her neckline.
With a "bang", the thin layer of fabric immediately tore in response.
In the next second, a large area of tempting spring light was displayed in front of Yun Linghan's eyes at a glance.
Under the clear moonlight outside the window, the white and tender skin in front of me is as flawless as a piece of beautiful jade in the moonlight.
A pair of snow-white jade rabbits, half of which jumped out.
It bulges under the wrap and seems to be ready to come out at any moment.
Beneath the chest, two small grapes stand tall and tall.
I don't know if it's because of the emotion just now, that soft and delicate body is showing a faint layer of beautiful pink at the moment.
In the eyes of the man in front of him, with a deadly temptation.
The skin on his chest was suddenly exposed.
Feng Qingge was suddenly trembling by the cool air around him, and he couldn't help but hit a spirit.
Yun Linghan covered his big hand, kneading the softness on his chest through the thin layer of wrapping his chest.
Her lips pressed and the heat was hot again.
"No, don't."
A scorching and domineering deep kiss, Feng Qingge muttered in a low voice, and the rest of the voices were all blocked.
The big hands on her chest kneaded her softness roughly.
The jerky action actually evoked a tingling trembling sensation.
Feng Qingge raised his hands half-up, softly pushing his body.
The hot touch felt soft all over the body, and it didn't take half of the strength at all.
The strong aroma of ambergris, mixed with a strong masculine scent, rushes into the mouth and nose.
With that domineering deep kiss and plunder, Feng Tingge felt that his consciousness gradually began to blur, and his whole body became more and more hot.
"Singing, is it okay?"
In the depths of love, Yun Linghan forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, half-propped himself up from her body, and asked her seriously with his eyes.
I don't know if it's because of emotion, his voice is hoarse to the extreme, but it brings a different kind of charm.
"Hmm."
In a daze, Feng Qingge half-opened his eyes and looked at Yun Linghan in front of him.
Her consciousness had gradually blurred from the storm just now.
After a toss just in that while, the wine swelled.
Under the dual effects of the scorching heat and the smell of wine, Feng Tingge's mind began to become a little unclear.
The coquettish soft moan, like a thunderclap, burned away Yun Linghan's last inch of reason.
"Hmph."
He snorted, and suddenly rubbed the softness of her chest roughly, spreading straight down.
The slightly rough fingertips, like a fuse, ignited her body along the way
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