Master Zhan, Calm Down!

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Rong Zhan asked her to sit on his lap with her back to him. Sang Xia thought he was going to (gan) something, but suddenly a slender hand fell on her sore neck. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

She mumbled, her sore neck felt too much comfortable with his moderate kneading.

She didn't expect Rong Zhan to observe her so carefully while busy with her work.

Knowing that her neck is uncomfortable.

The tight and sore muscles (flesh rou) slowly opened by him, and his comfortable pores were almost open.

The stiff muscles (flesh rou) also became relaxed.

Sang Xia was still speechless in pain at first, but after a while, while enjoying his considerate massage, she asked unsteadily, "Rong, Rong Zhan... uh... you... today... uh... …"

Originally, I wanted to ask him seriously, but the ghost knew that it turned out like this at the beginning. With panting and unbearable groaning, Sang Xia reacted and blushed at the end and bit her lip. valve.

rogue.

He must be deliberate!

Sure enough, Rong Zhan massaged her neck and shoulders from behind, while (thin bao) lips pressed to her ears and said quietly, "...Hmm? Why don't you say it? Daughter-in-law, your voice is so nice."

When Sang Xia heard it, it was almost impossible, and she pinched him without thinking about it, but he was hard and hard to pinch.

Immediately afterwards, he sneered.

Accompanied by his smile, Rong Zhan directly turned her around easily, and Sang Xia's two hands hurriedly supported the sofa on his two shoulders.

As soon as she lowered her head, she could see Rong Zhan's lips that looked like a smile but a smile.

"Daughter-in-law, I didn't hear enough just now. Call me again."

He said, clasping her slender waist and pressing it closely to his body.

Sang Xia blushed.

Even if the child is almost three years old now, they have been together for so long, but under Rong Zhan's gaze, she still can't help blushing under such words.

Rong Zhan has such charm.

Let people sink into it.

He is like a brewed wine, the longer the time, the more his own taste and the more his own charm.

Sang Xia didn't know, he is like this now, what will happen to him from 30 to 40 years old.

Mature and charming, black-bellied hooligan, afraid that it will only become more and more difficult to fight.

But now.

Sang Xia sat on him, with her hands on the sofa on both sides of his shoulders, looking at his delicate eyebrows, her eyes met her, she suddenly felt uncontrollable body softness, and she was uncomfortable. Some kind of reaction.

Rong Zhan smiled meaningfully. He pulled her down, and Sang Xia couldn't help but bury his head on his neck, with his hands around his neck.

As soon as Rong Zhan turned to the beginning, he side (kissed wen) her, (kissed wen) her sideburns, (kissed wen) her hair.

Sang Xia was (kissed wen) by him, slowly trying to find a sensible speech, "What are you doing today? How can you tell them the truth?"

They naturally refer to the two little cubs.

Rong Zhan kept (kissing wen) all the way, (kissing wen) her face, eyes, lips, jaw, neck, and her big hands slowly leaning in from the edge of a dress, swimming freely on her tender skin. Go, muttering slowly, "What's the matter, we have to let them know sooner or later, after all, we will arrange for them to go to the base for formal study in another six months."

When Sang Xia heard this, she was startled.

Although I thought of it a long time ago, I still feel so fast.

Her lips moved. As soon as she was about to say something, Rong Zhan suddenly blocked her lips and muttered in a low voice, "Don't think about it, but think about what you are right now."