Yingzhen let out a low hum and a ball of fire burned in her most beautiful place, making her shrink involuntarily.
Mo Yanyi's fingers gently slid across her back, eliciting more trembling kisses from her and slowly moving on her back.
Her heart was beating wildly, and an unprecedented sense of comfort spread throughout her body. His lips only needed to lightly touch the skin on her back to make her tremble.
His hand reached between her legs, and he moved forward softly and slowly. The soothing prelude, the main song must also be gentle, sweeping away the rudeness of last night, gentle and gentle, the gurgling rhythm of the curls brought all kinds of emotions to Yingzhen.
Wonderful comfort...
Maintaining this intimate posture, slowly and softly enjoyed a wonderful morning
Suddenly, Mo Yanyi sped up, and the wonderful feeling sent the two of them into the clouds. He hugged her body tightly and gasped softly.
Both of them were sweating slightly and the air was moist.
Mo Yanyi's kiss fell warmly on Yingzhen's neck. He kissed her for a long time and Yingzhen couldn't help but shed tears.
It would be great if he could always be so gentle
But she knew that when everything was over, he would definitely regain his coolness
The heat on her body was slowly fading away. Mo Yanyi left her and her back immediately became cold. From the beginning to the end, Ying Zhen didn't say a word.
Mo Yanyi lifted the quilt to cover her naked skin. Later, she heard the sound of rushing water.
A little tired, Yingzhen fell asleep lightly amidst the sound of rushing water.
Suddenly, a stream of warm air blew against her ears. She woke up subconsciously and turned around. It was Mo Yanyi who was fully dressed and leaning on the bedside table. He leaned over to look at her. Their faces were only ten centimeters apart.
He raised her chin, looked at her still hazy eyes, kissed her lips gently and said: "Get up, the servant will come to clean, and he will be seen."
Yingzhen pressed the quilt to her chest and sat up.
He was really gentle at this time, and his eyes were deep, and he clearly had nostalgia for her.
But how long can this nostalgia that can flash by at any time last?
Ying Zhen got out of bed. The clothes she wore last night had been wet by water during the shower. At this time, Mo Yanyi threw them into the trash can.
How could she go back to her room when she was naked?
Mo Yanyi saw her embarrassment, stood up, walked to the closet, opened the door, took off one of his shirts, walked back to her and handed it to her