Sink In Your Adoration

"Get out!" Gu Qian could not help but burst into anger and kicked him.

Before I could get angry, the kisses in cold years were pressed up.

He was like a fire, lighting her in an instant.

"The bathtub is too cold for two years, and I can't stop it. It's hard for him to let go of the bathtub. It's too cold for me to stop."

"Call me what."

He was very dissatisfied with her resistance this evening. He pressed on her and scratched her deliberately, causing her legs to pedal disorderly. The sound of the water clattered and the waves turned up. It sounded very ambiguous.

"I'm wrong," she cried, grabbing her cold arm feebly. "I'm wrong. Let me go!"

"Call me my name."

"Time, year..." She whispered his name with a weeping voice.

"Speak up, I can't hear you." He took her arm and put it on his shoulder, stroked her hair with his big hand, and gently covered her with delicate kisses, kissing her forehead.

"Time!"

"That's it. Make it louder." His kiss more and more warm, along the tip of the nose to the cheek, the kiss is like water drops hit on the face, itchy, exciting.

He did it directly in the bathtub once.

Unable to move, he carried her to the dresser and blew her wet hair.

The warm wind was blowing her neck. She closed her eyes happily, felt his fingers pass through her hair, and carefully separated the twisted hair for her.

A head of black hair fell on her shoulder, the hair dryer blew her a little hot, her cheeks were as red as fire, and her red lips were delicate and lovely like cherries.

"Blow dry."

Looking at her, she seems to enjoy it, "blow it for me."

Gu Qian had a hard time enjoying it, and was immediately driven up by the cold young master.

He swaggered into the sofa and handed her the hair dryer. "Come on. "

" do you want to blow your hair so short? If you wipe it, it won't dry. "

Gu Qian plucked his hair casually and turned his lips impatiently. "There are not a few hair in all."

"Blow it Cold years angry, tone increased a little, Gu shallow turn on the hair dryer, impatiently blow his hair.

"Do you want to blow a shape for you, handsome boy?"

"Yes." He is comfortable with his chair, playing with his mobile phone and enjoying Gu Qian's service.

Gu Qian had an idea and blew him a curly hair. When the cold weather came around, he was already carrying a curly hair.

"What are you doing?"

President Leng's face is not so bad.

It's over. He's going to get angry.

Smelling a breath of suffocating danger, she received the signal that she was going to be angry in cold years. She quickly put down the hair dryer and ran to the outside bedroom.

"I think you owe." He caught up and dragged her bathrobe. The tie was pulled by him, and the coat slipped, revealing the soft and tender fragrant shoulder.

The next second, she was pressed on the bed by him, and was spanked severely by him.

It's really hard for him to hit.

"I think this shape is very suitable for you," she softened down, smiling gently and flatteringly, "lengshao is so handsome, any shape is good-looking."

"Shut up!" Where would he listen to her sophistry, holding her in his arms crazily scratching, "little thing, I can't clean you up."

"Wrong, age, I'm wrong."

She quickly begged for mercy, pitifully opened two eyes to him, "boss, let me go."

"You don't see the coffin, you don't cry." Cold years fierce stare at her, suddenly a bite in her shoulder, pain she cried out.

"What a pain

"You know the pain, there's more," he said, putting one of her legs on her arm and quickly launched the next round of attack.

Leng, President of the company, is not so powerful.

Gu Qian was repeatedly begged for mercy by him, but in the cold years, he just tossed about for three rounds, and then reluctantly let her go.

She was sweating all over, and her dry hair was wet with sweat. She felt that her lower body was very painful and that the place was going to be torn. This man was just too fierce!

"What did you eat to grow up in such good health?" She gave him a last gasp of strength.

"Eat you."

Cold president tie full meal, contentedly into the bed, and cover the quilt for her, "turn off the light, sleep."

She was so upset by him that she couldn't even turn off the lights!

He was about to go to bed when he suddenly remembered something and sat up again.

She saw his strong chest muscles, firm lines, hard radian, and his light honey skin was particularly enchanted in the dim light.

He tightened his brows and rubbed his brows with annoyance, "just didn't wear a condom.""Er..."

President Leng, it seems that I'm afraid of killing people!