"Now she is resting, I don't want someone to disturb her." Feng Xun interrupted her coldly, nodded at Shang Meng gentle, and left.
Nympho
When Feng Yan returned to the villa, Xia Yuman hadn't woke up yet.
Seeing him enter the room, Lily, who was standing by the bed, quickly got up and bowed to salute.
He made a snoring gesture, and then waved his hand again to signal the lily out.
"Lunch and dinner are lighter!" He whispered.
Lily nodded and went out.
The curtain was pulled in the room, the light was a little dark, the wind walked to the bed and sat down, leaned over and looked at the woman who was still asleep.
She breathed uniformly. The two rows of long and curly eyelashes followed her breathing, and it gently moved. However, the fingerprints on the cheeks still did not completely subspeges, and the corner of her mouth was a lot better.
He gently stroked her hair, got up to wash his hands in the bathroom, and held the ointment in his hand when he came out.
Carefully opened the quilt, and he carefully checked the traces of the spots on her. After an ointment, some traces of some small wounds had faded. He picked the ointment with his fingers and slowly applied it in the wound.
A quiet flower fragrance slowly lingering in the room.
This kind of ointment is specially made of the fantasy alliance, which is particularly effective for the scars on the skin. I gave her some last time. I just did not expect that after following him, she would use her.
Perhaps the coolness of the ointment invaded her, her body moved lazily, her mouth hummed in her mouth, and she opened her eyes.
"Sorry, wake you up, but this pill must be applied many times." He smiled, a very gentle whisper.
Feng Yan was full of spoiled eyes that made Xia Yu Orange obsessively for a small meeting, and then slightly bowed his head and found that his body was completely exposed to the man's sight. His complexion was red, and he wanted to pull the single.
"Don't move," Feng Yan grabbed her small hand and put it on the pillow. "Don't say, you twisted around."
He continued to help her apply the ointment, while saying it was not serious.
She was busy covering her eyes with the back of her hand, and did not look at the handsome face that harmed all beings, Jiao-嗔 她: "Who is hooked?"
However, she didn't know that her voice at this time was soft and glutinous, and she really played a role in making men breathing rapidly. Gradually, she found that men were not applying ointment, but ... slowly ...
I stroked her body.
"After a while, it's all the medicine!" She smiled and hid.
She would be habitually coquettish in front of him, presumably, and he was indulgent. So, he leaned down and asked, "Otherwise, give me some taste?"
Xia Yuyan shook his head, but took the initiative to hook his neck in the next second, kissed his lips, and kissed his face. She seemed to be her limits.
Don't dare to press it all.
"Does your body still hurt?" Feng Yan's voice tightened, his eyes stared at the woman in the arms tightly.
This question made Xia Yu Orange silent. Her nose was sour, and suddenly she wanted to cry, her tears filled her eyes, and turned around.
When he was not around, she was isolated; when he was by her side, she seemed to be stealing the man who had stolen others. He was so gentle and careful about her.