steel forest

"It's useless again? Do you think you've lived too long?"

"I'm y, I can't si." He was a little proud, snoμ pointed through the girl's long toμ hair, "I can't make you a widow."

"I won't be a widow." She raised her eyebrows, turning her face away as if she didn't care, "I want to be kαi, and I will marry someone else when I turn toμ."

He was a little surprised, "Really? My treatment is too bad, isn't it? You won't cherish it after chasing snoμ, playing with my boyish heart."

"...Go to Si."

She came to hold his face, kissed him, and bit his lips with her sharp teeth.

She said seriously: "Promise me, don't work hard, and don't get hurt again."

I will, I will, he thought.

Faint light passed over the bridge of Jiang Cheng's nose, casting a small shadow. He closed his eyes, moved his lips, and could hardly hear it.

He shouted: "Xiao Wu..."

34

August 8th is Zhou Chuan's death date.

Every year at this time, Zhou Jin would take a day off to go back to her hometown in Wucheng to see Zhou Chuan's tombstone, and this year is no exception.

But this year there are some new changes - Zhou Jin has been suspended from her job for the first time since she started working. She doesn't need to ask for leave, and she can go back to Wucheng to visit her parents a few days earlier, which is a blessing in disguise.

Besides, there was another person going home with her.

Zhou Jin woke up from the co-pilot, staring at sleepy eyes.

The sky outside the car window was already half dark, with a transparent gray-blue color.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, and one after another, the street lights jumped from the car to the window quickly, slid across the field of vision, and disappeared on the roof of the car.

The car was air-conditioned, and Zhou Jin was covered with Jiang Hansheng's coat.

The faint breath of peppermint seemed to seep into her skin.

Zhou Jin wrapped the coat around her crotch, adjusted to a comfortable position, and asked him, "Where are you?"

The light near the night was very soft, smudged on Jiang Hansheng's eyebrows and eyes, and his side face became more handsome and indifferent.

He replied: "I just finished the draft, and there is about half an hour left, so I can sleep for a while."

Zhou Jin was lazy and looked at the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and she said, "Kαi instead."

"I'm not tired." Jiang Han paused, then asked her seriously, "Does your knee still hurt?"

His voice was deep and low, and it brought up a slight electric current, which made a thin layer of sweat break out from Zhou Jin's back.

She seemed to still have the numbness after being full.

……

In the morning, it was just dawn.

She seemed to wake up from the ups and downs of the waves, opened her eyes, Jiang Han's voice was lying on her body, panting low, like the wind whistling in her ears, heavy and rapid.

When he saw her wake up, the solid lines of her back were tense, and she was attacking so fiercely that she had to make a sound.

Her body gradually became hot, and she couldn't help but sink into the surging pleasure.

Jiang Han's voice scorched rΣ's tenderness, and y's xqi completely submerged into her body.

Jiang Hansheng has never had a girlfriend before, nor has any experience in relationships, not even Za.

Sentimental, clumsy, everything follows instinct.

Jiang Hansheng circled her under him, stroked her soft toμ hair, kissed her eyes soaked in water, and would also grab her snoμ and put it on his shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his slender eyes were beautiful, and he carefully observed her expression while sending c0u slowly and deeply.

Caught to the point of being unbearable, she trembled and made short seny1n.

Jiang Hansheng kissed her earlobe, obviously the instigator, and asked her in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

She frowned slightly, unable to bear his burning gaze, she turned to μ and closed her eyes slightly.

Jiang Hansheng just kissed her cheek and bit her lips, like a kind of temptation.

After doing it for a long time, he would also stand behind her, sweat dripping down his cheeks, hitting her hot skin drop by drop.

Jiang Han kissed the back of her sweaty neck softly, kissing her slowly, as if he was torturing her, making her happy and making her painful.

He asked, "Who am I?"

She was numb all over, felt dizzy before her eyes, and couldn't even catch her breath. She couldn't figure out why he would ask such an inexplicable question, "Who else are you?"

"Answer me, Zhou Jin."

Yin Ting's cock slammed into her chest hard, and Zhou Jin yelled "Ah", and it became soft into a puddle of water, and her limbs and bones were all surrendered in the softness like electric shock.

She couldn't see his face, but his smell, his sweat, and the shape of his penis wrapped her around her like a wave, entangled her.

He beat her to the point of collapse, and threw her back to the spot every time she was approaching the top of the cloud.She closed her eyes lightly, turned to m0 Jiang Hansheng's face, and urged him softly: "Hurry up."

Jiang Han held back his breath x1, sucked the sweat off her shoulders, and insisted on asking, "Zhou Jin, who am I?"

She didn't care to ask why, and called him confusedly: "Jiang, Jiang Hansheng..."

She felt the cock in the deep part of the court was terribly sexy for an instant, almost cracking her, her legs trembled slightly, and her tight cock couldn't help convulsing and tightening.

She was in his arms, her eyes were slightly red, and his name was mixed in her broken body.

He reverently kissed the tip of her ear and replied, "I am here."

Jiang Hansheng finally let go of kαi's last rationality, pinned her waist, his cunt was ferocious, and c0ucaa fiercely in her chest.

Ayee flows across the corner, with a soft sound of water.

Zhou Jin was kneeling, the sheets made her knees red, and even the pain was a subtle stimulus at the moment, and finally reached ga0ca0 in trembling and trembling.

……

The more I thought about it, the clearer those details became, and the hotter Zhou Jin's face became.

Looking at Jiang Hansheng's calm expression, she couldn't help but said, "...Professor Jiang, can you ask this kind of question in a serious manner?"