Shouldn't he be gently reminded to investigate himself?
how……
Wen Wenwen was stunned there, staring blankly at Dongfang Aoshi, completely confused.
She didn't understand what Dongfang Aoshi was thinking in his heart...
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes and did not answer.
The black pupils looked unusually bright in the darkness.
The breath he exhaled still smelled of alcohol.
Wen Wen frowned and realized something was wrong——
Dongfang Aoshi...couldn't he be drunk?
If this is the case, then there is no way to talk...
Gentle leaned back and prepared to leave.
She wanted to talk to Dongfang Aoshi about Shen Taijun.
If Dongfang Aoshi was drunk, there would be no way to talk.
The moment Wen Wenwen was about to turn around, Dongfang Aoshi suddenly grabbed her arm and fixed her whole body.
"Dongfang Aoshi, you..."
"Rou'er..." Dongfang Aoshi lowered his head.
He didn't do anything excessive, he just nudged her with the tip of his nose.
At this moment, Gentle's feet seemed to be nailed by something and could not move.
Wen Wen doesn't know what's going on with him.
In short, I just can’t move...
Dongfang Aoshi's breath was a little short, and his chest was rising and falling violently.
Wen Wen could smell a stronger smell of alcohol and couldn't help but frown.
"Rou'er..." The next second, Dongfang Aoshi held her face and kissed her lightly.
Every time you kiss, you call out a gentle name.
Wen Wen's chest was trembling, and she stayed there, unable to react.
Let Dongfang Aoshi's cool and thin lips rub on his lips, gradually increasing the force and sliding down his neck.
My clothes were torn apart and my chest felt cold.
But this coolness did not last long.
Dongfang Aoshi kissed her chest forcefully.
Pregnant women's bodies are inherently sensitive.
What's more, Dongfang Aoshi is familiar with her sensitive areas.
Every kiss landed on her softest place.
Gentle's whole body was hot, and his body became weak in waves.
Both hands tightly grasped Dongfang Aoshi's arm, trembling, "Dongfang Aoshi, wake up, I have something to talk to you about..."
"Rou'er..." Dongfang Aoshi couldn't hear the gentle words at all, he kept kissing her, quickly took off all the clothes on her body, and raised her legs.
The two bodies were pressed tightly against each other, a contrast between hardness and softness.
Somewhere on Dongfang Aoshi's hard part was rubbing gently on the softest part.
Wen Wen softly moaned in confusion and wrapped her arms around his neck.
No matter it was five years ago or five years later, Dongfang Aoshi could always easily provoke her passion and make her fall deeply into it.
Dongfang Aoshi pressed against Gentleness, gently explored her with her long fingers, and cast all kinds of magic on her body.
She was buried tenderly in the hollow of his shoulder, moaning softly, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
Dongfang Aoshi kept kissing and rubbing, trying his best to arouse the gentle **----
He was not drunk at all.
Just pretending to be drunk.
Because Dongfang Aoshi discovered that only by pretending to be drunk, Wen Wenwen would not be so resistant to his approach.
The temperature in the room rose sharply with the ambiguous movements of the two people.
When Wen Wen twisted her body and her breathing became rapid to a certain extent, Dongfang Aoshi slowly squeezed in.
He snorted softly and deeply, unable to adapt for a moment.
"Will it hurt?" Dongfang Aoshi stopped immediately, turned his head and kissed her.
Wen Wen gritted her teeth and shook her head, her eyes blurred.