Lucky to Have You Till the End

The buttons were gradually untied, and large expanses of skin were exposed as white and delicate skin.

Beautiful neck, beautiful shoulder and neckline, slender waist without a grip, slender legs, golden ratio of the figure, slender but very material.

She wore a set of black underwear inside, which evoked imagination, black and white intertwined, giving a strong visual impact.

Mo Chiwei's **** throat moved, and his black eyes were like the ocean in the middle of the night, floating in darkness, deep and dangerous.

She was still pulling on her clothes, the seductive spring light fell into his deep pupil without reservation.

Seeing him tightly pursing her thin, blade-like lips, Tang Xinyan still stood there indifferently, she got up and walked to him boldly.

His hands were wrapped around his thin waist, his small face was buried in his chest, his breath was blue, "Are you a man, obviously... hard."

A soft body, a quiet fragrance, and a soft voice.

Everything is bewitching his nerves.

He knew that Chi Zhiheng and the "materials" added to his wine began to work.

Her small nephrite hand stretched into his bathrobe and slowly slid down her chest. Seeing that he was about to reach the dangerous part, he grabbed her wrist and looked at her darkly, "You play really ?"

Tang Xinyan raised her misty eyes and looked at his handsome face with a cold outline and profound features. His long eyelashes quivered, "Why do you want to play a fake, can't you?"

Mo Chiwei's eyes sank, loosened her wrist, and the big, well-knotted palms pinched her chin, lowered his head, and pressed his thin cold lips directly toward her.

He kissed strongly, domineeringly, and ferociously, not giving her any chance to breathe.

The male's clear and strong breath was poured into her lungs.

Tang Xinyan was dizzy and unable to think.

Two slender legs crossed his thin waist and abdomen.

His eyes were dark and he left her lips, his voice was low and hoarse, "The first time?"

The man's breath sprayed on her face, hot, burning her heart.

She didn't realize the danger in the man's eyes and the tightness of her body, and nodded, "I'm still clean."

Mo Chiwei hugged Tang Xinyan and walked onto the large soft couch.

Put her on the bed, and her tall body pressed up strongly.

Tang Xinyan felt that she was in the volcano, and she needed a lot of ice to relieve the heat source in the body...

I don't know how long it took, a sharp pain struck, and she opened her mouth and bit the ice hard.

The piece of ice seemed to be bitten by her, and then, the pain was also applied to her severely.

When everything calmed down, the man turned over and lay down beside Tang Xinyan, slender fingers trying to remove the wet hair on her cheeks, and a light floated from her lips, "Si Chen, let's live a good life... "

Withdrawing his finger, Mo Chiwei stood up coldly, put on his bathrobe, and smoked a cigarette on the balcony.

...

The next day.

Tang Xinyan woke up with a splitting headache.

Slowly opening her eyelids, the strong light came in through the French windows, and she raised her hand unaccustomed to blocking it.

The arm is sour.

After getting used to the light, she sat up from the bed with her sore body.

The silk was slipped from her body, she lowered her head and saw the red marks left on her fair skin. She was taken aback first, and then a smile curled up at the corner of her lips.

She can't remember the passionate process last night, but she knows that she will hand it over to Fu Sichen for the first time.

In the future, he should believe that she is still innocent!