Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

The aura of the canonization was too strong, and Luo Yangyang was not very clear-headed, and because of the cold aura from his body, he shrank his neck with fright.

However, she was really uncomfortable, the danger consciousness had not been transmitted to the brain, the small body that needed to be soothed had already been attached to him, twisting with impatience, and rubbing fiercely: "Hot, so hot..."

The canonized body was slightly stiff, and the veins of the arms supporting the bed were violent.

"Give you three seconds, if you don't consciously retreat, you will bear the consequences!"

Looking deeply at Luo Yangyang's half-sweeping confused eyes, Feng Sheng's dumb voice was enduring something.

He is a man.

A strong man.

A man whose male function is too normal.

No woman has ever dared to set himself on fire on him.

Luo Yangyang's body was as hot as a pressure cooker, and could explode at any time, but she couldn't find a way to vent at all. Did she understand or not know what the canonization was saying.

In my subconscious mind, I only know that his body is very cool, and it is very comfortable to stick to it, and instinctively close to him: "Hot, hot..."

"You asked for it!" Luo Yangyang cut off the last nerve of the canonization with a cry of tenderness, and the thick and suitable **** lips grabbed her pink and red lips.

In the infinitely bright night of the spring, Luo Yangyang caught the driftwood like a drowning man, and clung to the canonization with all his strength, not allowing his close body to leave for half a minute.

One minute and one second passed, and her breathing became more and more rapid, as she climbed to the extreme, Luo Yangyang's brain exploded like a flower, and the little cherry mouth couldn't help but whispered: "Ah-Feng Yi!"

In an instant, the hot and fiery body of the canonization seemed to be poured from the head by ice water, and the cold penetrated the skin directly into the blood.

"What did you call?" The canonization squeezed Luo Yangyang's chin, his sweaty **** face, his eyes were crazy, faintly cruel, and he said one word as if to destroy the world, "Who is it called? first name!"

He is in the prime of life, and he is not too bad to hear, this woman, actually calling other men's names under him?

Moreover, it is his own brother's name!

The mandible was about to be crushed, and the huge pain pulled Luo Yangyang's lost mind back a bit.

Blinking big misty eyes, Luo Yangyang looked at the canonization innocently and aggrievedly. He didn't know what had happened. He only wanted to push the canonization away in pain, but his two thin arms didn't have the strength to push.

"It hurts." The pink lips lightly opened, and Luo Yangyang's tears fell from the corner of his eyes uncontrollably with pain, complaining aggrievedly about the rudeness of the canonization.

"It hurts?" Looking at the soft Luo Yangyang, Fengsheng knew that she was lost, and couldn't ask anything at the moment, but his anger was hard to dissipate, his eyes flashing dangerously, he said cruelly, "Luo Yangyang, I must let you know what hurts tonight!"

Feeling that male self-esteem has been canonized with contempt and provocation, completely crazy.

The night is very deep.

Luo Yangyang, pain and pleasure intertwined, following the rhythm of the canonization, he was tossed to death.

A night of absurdity, entangled to death. It is so absurd that the gears of fate have been reversed, entangled to whoever is obsessed for life, who has merged into whose blood.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

It was the afternoon of the next day when Luo Yangyang woke up.

After opening her eyes, she subconsciously thought of getting up.

however.

"Hmm..." Luo Yangyang let out a painful cry before his upper body was propped up, and fell back on the bed with soreness.