This sentence seemed familiar, and Fu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Learn from me?"

Chen Chu curled his lips and looked at him with his eyebrows raised: "Isn't that possible?"

"Yes, of course."

He smiled and said, "Baby can do whatever he wants."

Chen Chu glanced at him: "I'm going to sleep."

She said, raising her hand and pushing him, but Fu Yan didn't move at all.

"Fu Yan?"

Chen Chu called him again, but he still didn't move. He suddenly laughed at her: "Wouldn't you give me a good night kiss, baby?"

The low laughter scraped across the cochlea, and Chen Chu felt that his heart was itchy as well.

For Fu Yan, this posture and position make him do a lot of things.

Chen Chu kissed her and took it back, but he wouldn't let her go like that.

Taohuayan looked at the rosy cherry lips, and the hand that was standing beside her was relieved. Most of him almost touched her body, leaning over and sucking directly on.

Chen Chu snorted lightly, and the man's lips pressed down were a little cool, but the breath he exhaled was so hot that she almost suffocated.

"Fu Yan..."

When Fu Yan heard her voice, he slightly stopped and pressed against the tip of her nose. The mellow male voice had a little smile: "What, you can just kiss me, and I can't kiss you?"

He said, biting her upper lip again.

Chen Chu trembled for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a low voice coming from his ears: "It's not okay to be so domineering, baby."

After saying that, he did not let her speak anymore, reached the back of her head and put his palm down, lowered his head and kissed him again.

Compared to Chen Chu's kiss that gently touched, Fu Yan's kiss was obviously more intense.

Every time he whipped, he seemed to swallow half of her, and even his breathing was occupied by her domineeringly.

In just over ten seconds, Chen Chu was a little relieved. The original Qingming Festival gradually turned into a ball of paste and his head was blank.

The two people's breathing was entangled, and they could no longer tell who belonged to whom.

Chen Chu felt that he was completely trapped in his breath. In the mess, Fu Yan was finally willing to give in and gave her some space.

However, Chen Chu's mind was in chaos. Looking at the face hanging above her, she could not find her thoughts at all.

Fu Yan let go, not asking her to find her own thoughts: "Can I touch you, baby?"

The sound of the opening was heavy, and with a little silence, it passed by her ears. Chen Chu felt that what he was hooked was not his ears, but his heart.

My heart pounded suddenly. Chen Chu finally found some Qingming Festival, but was defeated by his words in a moment.

"Isn't it possible?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, he moved and leaned down to kiss her cheeks, eyes, and nose.

Chen Chu felt that he was going to die of such tenderness, and his gentleman and rogue problem made her feel a little helpless.

How did she answer this question?

The answer can be too unreserved, and the answer can't be too reserved.

Isn’t the two tacitly acknowledged this kind of thing?

Chen Chu couldn't speak, and Fu Yan asked and answered: "I understand, silence means acquiescence."

He said, kissing her again.

But the kiss was a little less sharp and a little more lingering. Qingming, which Chen Chu finally got together, dispersed again.
Chapter completed!