"Don't get a little more sleep" The man who slept next to her noticed that she woke up and got up with her, hugged the topless girl into his arms, put his arms across her soft chest and asked her, "Isn't it cold?"
He picked up the quilt that she had dropped on his stomach and was about to cover her to his chest, but his eyes were drawn to her smooth and tender skin.
Mu Jinjin felt that his body was cool, and when he looked down, he realized that it was he who picked up his quilt, and was looking at her with burning eyes at the moment.
"You" Mu Jinjin snatched the quilt in his hand and covered it on his chest, covering the place where he should be covering before turning around and scolding him with a red face, "Why are you so bad?"
"What's wrong" He tripped Mu Jinjin into his arms, and the quilt covered him at the same time, so the quilt was almost useless, and he could touch her wherever he wanted.
"Don't touch it anymore, it's going to rain" "So it's not time to go out today, we should do something to pass the time in bed." “” Mu Jinjin glanced at him unhappily, but he had no shame at all, and his hot hands moved around her like a puppy.
Mu Jinjin couldn't bear the itchy feeling, held his big hand, kicked his foot and tried to shake off his hand, but he didn't expect that his kick would let his fingers go in.
"I can't wait, hmm," he always liked to bend her.
Mu Jin wanted to cry without tears, holding his wrist and wanting to pull his hand out, but his small hands on his arm seemed to be weak and boneless, not like dragging him at all, but like cooperating with him.
Mu Jinjin blushed, instinctively let go of his hand, and let his fingers do whatever he wanted, watching his heart almost jump to his throat.
He gave her a few dozen blows before rolling over and pinning her under him, his big hands pulling her hair behind his shoulders and kissing her bony collarbone.
He kissed quickly and hard, Mu Jinjin felt that the skin he kissed didn't belong to her, except for humming and screaming, she couldn't find any way to vent her unhappiness.
Outside the window, the clouds were full, and the two of them were entangled and kissed on the European-style big bed, and the ground next to the bed was sprinkled with all kinds of clothes, men's shirts, belts, trousers, girls' long skirts, corsets, and hairpins It's an ambiguous picture, but no one expected that when the ambiguity was about to reach its extreme, the white mobile phone on the bedside table rang.
Mu Jinjin heard that it was his mobile phone ringtone, and hurriedly avoided the kiss of the man on his body, and wanted to answer the phone.
But the man on her body obviously didn't like her distraction, and kept chasing her little lips along her left cheek, wanting to continue the delicate experience of the weakness just now.
When the man was about to find his lips, Mu Jinjin pushed his shoulder, and he didn't have time to plead before he could catch his breath.
"No, I'm going to listen to the phone, it could be Dad."
Yesterday she texted her father that she would not go back to him for the time being, unless he agreed to be together.
She didn't receive a reply or phone call from her father afterwards, and it wasn't until now that her phone rang.
She had a gut feeling that the person calling her now must be her father. oshow7 t1706231537: