She came to take care of him or wanted his injuries to be more serious.
If you have a man you like, stay away from him, don’t tease him or provoke him.
Using responsibility as an excuse to ask for care, was she a discovery of her conscience and trying to compensate, or was it just a play of playing hard to get, and there was something else to do.
Feng Xing's eyes flashed, and he thought of countless possibilities overnight, and then overturned them all.
It doesn't matter, he will always think of ways to verify it clearly.
"Young Master Feng, I'm right outside. If you need it, just call me loudly." After wiping the sweat, Qianxun squinted her eyes, her smile was sweet, and the colorful sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spread inside, making her look like she looked
, so warm.
"Qianqian--" He called her, his voice low and hoarse.
"What?" The little white rabbit relaxed the big bad wolf's vigilance, feeling that the wolf had been injured and was bedridden, and its lethality should be much weakened. At least before the leg injury was healed, he would not launch a sudden attack, so he approached without any intention.
The pink and tender little face was less than twenty centimeters away from him, exhaling like the fragrance of orchids, brushing his cheeks, and his heart was shattered.
"I need you now." The big hand kept stroking the back of her head quietly, and then pushed forward suddenly-
Her lips, naturally covered his, had amazing accuracy.
Feng Xing's smile on the corner of his mouth widened unceasingly, firmly holding her waving hands, and enjoying the "welfare" delivered to her door with passion and directness.
Her taste was so delicious, and she had a joking heart, and she wanted to scare her, but she didn't expect that once she tasted her, he could no longer control his desire. Waves of passion came, her lips,
Her tongue, under his sucking/kissing, was rosy and seductive.
This was simply a crazy move, the pain worsened sharply, but he was willing to accept it and would rather endure it than let her go.
The bodies of the two were unexpectedly in line. She was trapped in her arms, like a woman God created for him. Every inch of her tender skin was closely related to his masculine body.
Qianxun's eyes widened, and she never expected that he would be so crazy.
He opened his red lips lightly, and wanted to give him a kind warning. His injuries were so severe that he was not suitable for such a passionate movement that would produce nerve reactions. However, as soon as the beard teeth were relaxed, he invaded without hesitation.
As wild as rushing and raining, the hot breath slid into her mouth with his tongue, licking/playing teasingly, forcing her to reveal the sweet liquid in her mouth, and her big hand was pressed behind her head.
She was not allowed to retreat and rush to this sense feast together.
I don't know how long it took, but his strength suddenly disappeared.
The big hand fell softly on the bed, and her heavy body collapsed in her arms, motionless.
"Young Master Feng?" She hugged him and found that one of his arms was still hugging her slender waist tightly and refused to let go. She used a lot of force, as if she was afraid that she would run away.
He did not answer, his breathing was dull, as if it was present or not.
Qianxun panicked, "Young Master Feng, how are you doing? Don't scare me."
He still didn't answer. After she moved a little, his body lost balance and fell on the bed, pressing her half under her body.