Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai put his arms around his neck nervously, and whispered with some fear:

"You, you tap..."

Jun Moyan kissed the corners of her mouth one after another, stroking several sensitive parts of her body with his big hands, and constantly teasing her lust.

"Relax."

He exhaled heat in her sensitive ear, breathing heavily, and whispered her name.

"Little boy..."

"Hmm..." Wen Xiaoai softened into a puddle of water, and she couldn't help but hug him tightly.

Full of foreplay, but still made Wen Xiaoai, who had just been in personnel for two days, cried out in pain.

"It hurts... It hurts..."

She squeezed his arm, her small face was crumpled with pain.

Jun Moyan looked distressed, so he gritted his teeth and stopped, lowered his head and kept kissing her.

When Wen Xiaoai finally came over, he continued the unfinished movements under him.

"Well……"

Wen Xiaoai frowned, and just after yelling, Jun Moyan's kiss fell, swallowing all her sobbing into his stomach.

Jun Moyan was worried that she could not bear it, so he kept kissing her while distracting her.

The pain accompanied by the wonderful pleasure made Wen Xiaoai slowly adapt.

In the room, there was a wave of dying cheering...

Wen Xiaoai's eyes blurred, looking at the man on him, stretched out a soft and weak arm to hook his neck.

"Jun...Jun Mo Yan...Uh...Uh..."

She raised her neck and groaned hard*

Jun Moyan took the opportunity to lower his head and kiss her white and slender neck covered with hickeys...

This night, doomed to sleepless.

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Wen Xiaoai woke up leisurely.

The soreness and exhaustion all over made her unable to lift her hands, which was as serious as a fever and collapse from a bad cold.

Fortunately, when everything was over this morning, Jun Moyan washed her body, otherwise it would be more uncomfortable.

He glanced sideways, but Jun Moyan was not seen.

Wen Xiaoai, who was already getting up, thought that Jun Moyan would not let her go last night, and satisfies her desires under the guise of asking for a baby. After asking her again and again, she can't even get up now. It's emotional.

Smelly Jun Mo Yan actually left her alone.

"...Jun Mo Yan...cough cough..."

The throat was dry and uncomfortable, and the throat that hadn't recovered was hard last night and stopped until this morning. Wen Xiaoai wanted to cry without tears.

She grabbed Jun Moyan's pillow next to her and dropped it on the ground.

"Smelly Jun Moyan, where did you die? If you don't come out, I won't want you with your baby."

"Click."

The sound of the door handle turning.

Jun Moyan, who just opened the door, heard Wen Xiaoai's threatening words.

Just laughed.

"Don't want me, who will take care of you and the baby?" He came to the bed with the food.

"Hmph, who made you leave me alone." Wen Xiaoai stared at him unhappy.

"I didn't go away, I've been at the door." He put the food on the bedside table.

Bend over to pick up the pillow on the floor.

"Liar."

"Really, Xiaocha came to deliver the food. I went out to get it, and by the way, I answered the phone at the door."

"Can't you pick it up in the room?"

"Afraid to make you sleep."

"Humph('???\'

"Okay, get up for dinner." Jun Moyan stretched out her hand to lift her quilt a little, and hugged her up.

"Drink water." She said emotionally.

Jun Moyan reached out and took the water cup on the bedside table and brought it to her mouth: "Come."

"hot."