Wear It Until Crazy Beauty Scum a Loses Control

    Meaning.

    Luan Yenan didn't give her another chance to dodge.

    The probe handed the kiss up.

    It's different from kissing in front of everyone, and it's different from kissing in a coma.

    Luan Yenan controlled her strength and gently pressed against her cool lips.

    The body is also getting closer.

    Even if Zuo Baixuan was wearing thick pajamas, she couldn't stop the pulse beating from under the light pajamas.

    The hearts of the two seem to be racing to see who can beat faster and more powerfully.

    The unbridled contact with the tip of the tongue is gradually getting used to, and there is a tacit understanding, cooperation, and chasing after you.

    Even start comparing who is better.

    Inadvertently, the quiet room was filled with the slight sound of swallowing and tut.

    Who was thirsty and took advantage of the night to drink honeydew.

    Vanilla vodka flavored honeydew, sweet, but a drink that only adults can taste.

    The restlessness seems to be smoothed out, and it seems to be magnified.

    No one will let anyone go, and no one will leave anyone.

    Hu-Luan Yenan took advantage of the gap between a breath and put his hand in.

    Zuo Baixuan seized the crack of reason at this moment, and stopped Luan Yenan's further attack before she went completely crazy.

    Luan Yenan's burning intention was stopped, and she reached out and stroked Zuo Baixuan's back, making her agitated.

    The pajamas slip off the side shoulders.

    As a substitute, Luan Yenan gnawed on it with his shell teeth, leaving a row of tooth marks, like a ceremonial mark. After the completion, the offensive was put away, and there was no follow-up action.

    Zuo Baixuan did not pursue it, and Luan Yenan did not mention it again.

    In the process of breathing from rapid to gentle, the room gradually became quiet. It was as if nothing had happened, as if it had returned to the state where Luan Yenan had just entered the room and Zuo Baixuan was still waiting quietly.

    But Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan are very clear about what happened just now, everything was done under their initiative or acquiescence or premeditated or instinct.

    But no one said anything.

    The author has this to say:

    Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Yue, 55475302, Gu Qingmo, Qianshan 1;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 52 bottles of Changfeng Qige; 1 bottle of Lone Star;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!