After thinking about it, she nodded, pushed her arm lightly, and pushed him onto the sofa and sat down. Then she turned her body sideways, looked at him charmingly, tidily receding her long messy hair, and cleared her throat.
"Don't stare at me!" His scorching gaze made her feel embarrassed.
"Don't you look at whom? No matter when, the only one I want to see the most is you!" Feng Hao leaned on the back of the sofa, sitting lazily.
Xia Yucheng smiled and said, "Sir, will you be rewarded after singing?"
Her shy look, her pursed lips, and her thin white skin made Feng Hao's throat tighten, and her whole body became tense.
"Of course, I'll be rewarded!" His eyes were dark and his voice was low.
"Then I'll start singing!"
She walked gracefully, twisted her willow waist, and looked at him with deep affectionate eyes.
"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems that they are all given to the broken wells and dilapidated walls. What is the sky? Whose courtyard is enjoyable and enjoyable? The morning and evening roll, the clouds and green pavilions, the rain and wind, the smoke and waves painted boats, the brocade screen people are so beautiful.
This time is cheap…”
Just like last time, Feng Hao was completely impressed by her gentle voice, graceful figure and elegant demeanor.
"Little Guy!" he stood up and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Before Xia Yucheng could respond, her body suddenly rose into the air and was thrown on the bed by the man the next second, covering her heavy body.
She was so scared that she immediately lay down obediently and motionless. The man on her body was tense, as if she was desperately suppressing the bursting passion.
"Hao..." As soon as she shouted, Feng Hao buried himself deeply in her body almost urgently.
She frowned slightly and her fingers tugged into his shoulder.
"Xiao Guai, I'll give you my reward, okay?" He slowly calmed down with care, slowly, put his thin lips down and opened a passionate and entangled kiss.
Her nose was filled with his unique and masculine fresh fragrance, and his tenderness and pity soaked into her lungs...
That night, the man tossed her with great interest, and the tired woman swears in her heart that she will not sing songs for him again.
...
"It's a hot day, you see, I have to wear such a high-collared shirt." In the early morning, the woman's delicate voice sounded in the cloakroom.
"Then don't go to the company and control them remotely at home." Feng Hao disagreed, pulled open her collar, kissed her again according to the red mark on her neck, "Is the bite mark on my shoulder not going away?
Did it fall? I like it very much!"
Every time she bit him, she always stayed in the same place. After a long time, and the last time she bit him hard at the edge of the pool, the mark became deeper and deeper.
As he said that, he blew into her neck, and she smiled and shrank her neck, but he grabbed her arm tightly.
"What are you afraid of? Who dares to laugh at you? I will destroy him!" He wrapped his waist around her from behind and said domineeringly.
"Destroy! What to destroy?" Xia Yucheng turned around, suddenly sighed, and said, "Hao, don't let the Feng family's knife be stained with blood donation, okay?"
He looked down at her and said nothing.
"It should be to accumulate blessings for our future children. Look, the Feng family is always poor. Is it because of excessive killing? In the dark, gains and losses are righteous, and no one's life is inferior to that of whom. If not, no one's life is inferior.
As a last resort, don’t hurt people anymore. I don’t want to change you, I just hope that when you hold our baby, there is no blood on your hands."
"Do you understand the Feng family and the Fantasy Alliance?" he asked in a deep voice.