Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Jin Yu had already closed the computer quickly when he came.

As soon as his hand touched her skin, he felt like he was crazy for no reason. He wanted his hand more and more to touch her more.

However, Baoqing didn't know that there were such thoughts in her heart, so she patted her face nervously, and found that her eyes were blank, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

So he stretched out his hand and continued to pat her face: "Qiqi, why are you in a daze?"

Jinyu hurriedly interrogated, she stared at Baoqing's lips that were talking one after another, beautiful and provocative, especially alluring. [

Moreover, the brain uncontrollably thought of his lips, how he worshiped her whole body, and what kind of passionate fire burned on her body.

She had watched H movies before, and her mouth was already a little parched. Thinking about it like this, she just felt like she had collapsed.

Jin Yu, who has always been elegant and reserved, never had such an idea.

For a moment, she felt ashamed and her body was empty, which was obviously the expression she wanted, but she still remained indifferent, caring about her body.

She really wants to tell him that she is not, she is not sick, she is she is...

But which woman wants to be so reckless to a man?

What's more, Jin Yu, who has always been well educated and received the most traditional education, can't say such a thing.

His face was blushing, and he felt that his hand touching his face seemed to be enchanted by someone, and layers of flames and heat were burning on his body.

Her nervous hands were buried under the quilt subconsciously wanting to grab something.

Seeing her like this, Boqing couldn't help reaching out her hand and hugging her up, tensely: "Qiqi, tell me something, what's the matter? Should I call Qin Shi to come over and take a look? "

When Baoqing hugged Jinyu normally, Jinyu was just shy or in the mood of a little girl, but now she felt hot and hot all over after being hugged by Boqing, and it became more and more unbearable.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to push him, but found that as soon as I touched his shirt, my fingers seemed to be out of control and I wanted to touch him.