The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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In an instant, Ye Zhiqiu's throat felt a little dry.

"Ling Mufeng, don't...uh..."

Before she finished speaking, Ling Mufeng gagged her.

Slightly struggling, Ling Mufeng led her back, back, all the way to the wall. [

As soon as the vest touched the cold wall, Ling Mufeng leaned over gently, and his mouth continued to go deep, deep.

How many days have passed, how many days I have fantasized about being able to kiss her and being able to get closer to her.

I kept restraining myself, restraining myself, fearing that I would scare her away.

The sweet scent of the lips made him linger, he couldn't help but get closer, and he got closer, but he still felt that he couldn't taste it enough.

But for Ye Zhiqiu, the feeling is different.

She never thought that coming to thank her in the morning would cause such troubles.

Surrounded by Ling Mufeng's aura, his eyes could see his trembling eyelashes close at hand, and his warm breath lingered on his face.

She was a little startled, a little flustered, and wanted to escape, but was surrounded by him tightly.

Before her eyes, the three nights with him in Xishan Villa suddenly appeared.

Although Ling Mufeng in the picture is still speaking soft words that she is not used to.

But in the eyes, it was all her reflection.

She thought she must be crazy.

Why did she resist his contact when Qin Yishu came over?

But for Ling Mufeng, people unexpectedly recalled those intimate contacts that made people blush and heartbeat?

Is it really because there was a relationship between her and him, so the body and consciousness also turned on the automatic memory function?

After a deep kiss, both of them were a little out of breath.

Ling Mufeng's face was tightly in front of her, and the distance between the two was only a few centimeters.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's flushed face, Ling Mufeng couldn't help but wanted to continue picking.

"No, no." Ye Zhiqiu pushed him away. [

"Zhiqiu, don't go."

Ling Mufeng grabbed her arm and said in a hoarse voice.

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