The two of them just leaned against each other tightly, sharing the afterglow of violent passion, waiting for their breathing to gradually become calmer.
None of them spoke, and the study was no longer as full of passion as before, and seemed a little quiet.
In such a quiet night, the cold wind howling outside the window seemed particularly bright.
Jiang Nanyan lay there, looking at the gauze tent above her head that was still shaking slightly, and finally came to her senses.
"Huangfulian..." Jiang Nanyan spoke, with a tremor of passion still remaining in her low voice. "Huh?" Huangfulian raised her eyebrows and didn't want to move, let alone Jiang Nanyan, who was wet, hot, tight and narrow.
Exit the warm body.[
He wanted to hold her like this forever.
However, Jiang Nanyan's next words suddenly broke all his charming and beautiful thoughts.
"You haven't promised me yet." Jiang Nanyan frowned before speaking.
The look in her eyes as she looked at the gauze curtain was very deep, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking in her heart.
"Yan'er..." Huangfulian's whole body was shaken, and she almost jumped up.
He supported his arms and raised his upper body, looking down at the woman below him with an expression of disbelief.
Huangfulian really couldn't figure out what Jiang Nanyan was thinking!