67. Chapter 67 As long as you want, as long as I can 7
"Sleep, isn't it awakened by you again? Hey, I'm sorry, I'm tired today, I didn't call you. And, you didn't find me, I thought ... you don’t need it!" Xia Yu Orange’s
Dizzy, she walked into the unit door, leaning on the wall, her legs were soft.
Feng Yan felt that his heart was tied with something sharp. She thought he had only one purpose to find her, sleep?
How difficult is it for him to sleep with a woman?
Do you still need to do that to do that for a smile?
Although their relationship is a transaction, he wants to spoil her heart, but it has nothing to do with the transaction. As for what to do with it, he was completely unwilling to think about the burning of anger at this time.
"Then you sleep!" The more he wanted to get angry, the more he was still happy, and his emotions suddenly lowered.
"Okay! Then you're going to sleep too!"
As soon as her words fell, the phone hung up.
Feng Yan heard the "Dudu" sound from the mobile phone, and really wanted to drag her out of it and packed up. After collecting the mobile phone, he didn't wait for Zhu Yan to come over, and opened the door and opened the door.
Zhu Yan watched him angry and didn't dare to neglect. He quickly opened the door and sat in the cab.
"Well!"
Just when Feng Yan bowed to the car, there was a fine footsteps behind him, and the slightly hoarse sound of Xia Yuman.
"Well! It's really you!"
Feng Yan quickly turned back, Xia Yuman was standing in front of him. Her little blushing fluttered, and her beautiful lips were red.
The fog's eyes, the whole person exudes a different seductive charm in the moonlight.
"Didn't you sleep?" He asked the urge to rub her into her arms, and asked coldly.
Xia Yuyan looked at his face, but "giggled" with a smile. It looked naive and had a carefree. The wind listened to it, the heart, the involuntary was soft, but the face was still cold on the face.
of.
"Why are you here?" Xia Yuyan asked with a smile.
Feng Yan looked at her calmly, and said nothing.
He also wanted to ask himself why he appeared here so late. He was probably full, he complained in his heart.
"You're angry?" She stepped forward and held his arm intimately, raised his little face and looked at him, "Well, I am not looking at you sincerely."
Maybe it's bold. At this time, she was not afraid at all, and she didn't have the feeling of rustiness. It's so late. Seeing him here is not only an accident, but also a little surprise.
No woman will not like to be cared for by a man, not to mention such an excellent man.
The two people were very close, and Feng Yan smelled a liquor from her nose, so he frowned slightly: "Drink?"
She nodded shyly, her charming eyelashes fluttered, and her quiet eyes, dyed the alcohol, became more and more hazy, as if the sparkling silence in the moon and night.
Just looked at her for a while, the wind stretched out, and slammed her into her arms. He lowered his head, and he kissed her lips. A fragrant wine fragrance flowed between their lips and teeth.
He deepened his kiss in a fascinated manner, deliberately drawing the sweetness in her mouth.
She was still not used to kissing, shivering in his arms, dodge slightly, and was guided by him at a loss. After a while, her consciousness fluttered, and her body softened.