Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 112 Brother Xiluo...

The anger in Feng Sumo's eyes rose, and under the light, those eyes that seemed to be inlaid with the brightest stars were moist, and his slender white fingers tightly grabbed the bed sheet, wishing to kick him out of bed again.

He raised his leg and didn't move, but was pressed down by Mexilo.

The reason why he suffered such a loss before was because he was not prepared. He has just experienced such a lesson, and Mexilo is very wary of her now.

In fact, as long as Moxiluo is a little defensive, Feng Sumo won't have that chance.

Fighting against the suppression by force was not enough, Feng Sumo was a little anxious, staring at him with bright water eyes, wishing to poke a few big holes in his body.

"Unconvinced?" Moxiluo pinched her pink cheeks viciously, and seeing her surprised look, his mood suddenly improved.

Feng Sumo stared at him without speaking.

"Suppress me instead of you?" Moxiluo said in a negotiable tone,

Feng Sumo was angry, "Bastard! Let me go!"

"Change your name." Moxiluo frowned, with obvious dissatisfaction written on his handsome face.

"Son of a bitch!"

Moxiluo's eyes sank, and he raised his hand to fix her. Feng Sumo held his hand anxiously, with a soft pleading tone, "Don't..."

The soft and waxy voice, half wronged, half innocent, could hear a certain place in Mesilo's heart, as if gently brushed by willow branches, numb, but the hand resting on her body did not move away .

"The sound is nice." The corners of his lips curled slightly, and a faint smile appeared on Moxiluo's handsome face, and the magnetic voice was like the bewitching of a demon.

Feng Sumo slandered him hundreds of times in his heart, forced a smile, and called him softly, "Your Highness."

Moxiluo twitched his eyebrows slightly, and groped towards her neck.

Feng Sumo was in a hurry, and while pressing his hand, he changed his words, "His Royal Highness Xi Luo."

Moxiluo squinted at her with lowered eyes, and squeezed the warm and delicate under the palm, and moved the direction of the big hand, this time, it slid directly to the delicate collarbone.

"Don't!" Feng Sumo panicked, pressed his hand firmly, and changed his words again, "Mexiluo."

Moxiluo frowned, and his cold fingertips walked over the impossibly delicate skin of the collarbone. With one hand, he pulled away her hand that fell on his hand, and with the other hand, he continued to explore...

Feng Sumo's face flushed red, he closed his eyes, and blurted out a call, "Brother Xiluo..."

There was a crisp call, full of helplessness, like duckweed floating on the sea, seeking the last support from him. Hearing that, Moxiluo's evil hands were slightly stiff, and his eyes slowly moved to her face.

The thin lips hooked slightly, smiling contentedly.

Not knowing if he would continue, Feng Sumo held down one of his hands with both hands, his heart was beating wildly, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

"Scream again." Moxiluo made an insatiable request.

"Brother Xiluo." At this time, Feng Sumo was very obedient, calling again very suitingly for him.

As long as he doesn't continue to play tricks, he can call her anything.

Moxiluo was very satisfied with the bullying, his tall body withdrew from her, lay down next to her, and pressed her head into his arms with one hand——

Moxiluo's standard sleeping position is full of domineering.

He knows enough is enough, if this girl is really irritated, maybe the little wild cat's claws will be exposed if it is stimulated.

The strong masculine scent and the faint feminine body fragrance blended in the small space between the two of them. Feng Su Street hung down very low, and he secretly greeted Moxiluo hundreds of times in his heart.

You scumbag, just wait for me!

(End of this chapter)