It was her favorite thing to tidy herself up and put her on Mo Yanyi's big bed.
Haha, it’s something that both of them enjoy doing.
Mo Yanyi had been waiting on the bed for a long time. Yingzhen walked towards him step by step, slowly climbed up his body and sat on his waist.
Gently, he untied the belt of his nightgown and pulled it bit by bit. His eyes were so charming that Mo Yanyi's heart was filled with excitement.
Revealing a large area of his strong and sexy chest, Yingzhen bent down and kissed his warm skin bit by bit. The technique of love was still a little stiff, but it already excited Mo Yanyi.
Two people in love can stir up each other's inner desires without taking off their clothes or any prelude.
Ying Zhen kissed him softly and lightly, moving up his neck, imitating Mo Yanyi's usual behavior, and gently bit his earlobe.
Mo Yanyi could no longer sit still and wait for death. He turned over and pressed Ying Zhen under him. His big hands immediately began to plunder the territory wantonly, marking everything that belonged to him.
"I still prefer to take the initiative," he murmured.
Yingzhen wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, her lips and teeth intertwined, and her words were unclear: "I also prefer to enjoy."
"So, we are a perfect match." Mo Yanyi straightened up.
Yingzhen moaned softly and couldn't speak anymore.
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After a night of warm embrace, Mo Yanyi circled Yingzhen's body, and she moved lazily in his arms, like a cat that wasn't happy to be disturbed.
This is a woman, a pampered and arrogant type
Thinking about the past, as long as he woke up, she would definitely wake up and then leave cautiously. Now, she still made a dissatisfied sound when he hugged her.
But who allowed himself to give her such a privilege? Without the favor of a man, how can a woman be proud?
However, he is willing to see her so proud because she is his woman, his woman for life, the woman he lost and found.
He is willing to give her his only favor
Seeing that she was still sleepy, Mo Yanyi carefully took out her arm and gently lifted the quilt to get up.
Unexpectedly, Yingzhen turned over, hugged Mo Yanyi's waist, and asked lazily: "Where are you going?"
Her hair is messy on her face, but it has a somewhat charming feeling, which can arouse men's desire. I hope Mo Yanyi will resist the urge to get close to her.
I wanted her too many times at night, so she was so tired in the morning. I wanted to let her have a good rest and restrain myself at all costs.