Ten minutes ago, the girl's painful muffled sound was gradually... replaced by pleasure.

In the night, Qiao Yimo curled his lips with satisfaction, a glimmer of victory and playfulness flashed under his eyes.

The early morning sun shines on the presidential suite, and the morning mist is hazy, and a shallow morning light rises.

From early morning to early morning, the voice in the presidential suite has been unheard.

The muffled hum, the intolerable groan, and the cry made people scratch the heart and lungs.

A woman's voice is more irritating than any fascination medicine.

During the period, the man took Qiao Yimo into the bathroom and took a shower, but when she came back, she pressed the man under the bed again...

In this way, until the sun rises and shines into the house, the two people disappear for a while.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qiao Yimo lay down on the bed and squinted for a while.

Leng Tiong came out of the bathroom, kissed her brows and eyes, and then exited the room.

She looked at the man's back, curled her lips lazily, and chuckled softly: "I really put people on it."

She still fucked him!

I squinted in bed for a while, and when I opened my eyes, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Qiao Yimo slowly got up from putting it on, a faint tearing sensation came from somewhere, a little uncomfortable.

She endured the discomfort and walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

The battle is fierce.

I saw traces of unevenness on the white and delicate neck. He was too hot, and she couldn't bear it.

Qiao Yimo shook his head and walked out the door.

As soon as she went out, the man happened to open the door from the outside to come in.

When the two eyes collided, Leng Jian stepped forward and held her around her, "Can you still walk?"

The implication is that he is not good enough? Let her get out of bed.

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows to look at him, grunted, and sat back on the bed.

Leng Juo looked at her face, her lips and cheeks were redder than usual, her complexion was better, and she had no symptoms of inflammation.

It's just that the expression looks quite uncomfortable.

"All told you not to hook me." The man tilted his head and smiled.

Qiao Yimo turned his head and ignored him.

Don't say anything about it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lengjuan really thought she was angry, so she squeezed her small face, her thin lips fell on her pink lips, "I'm sorry, can I do it lightly next time?"

Qiao Yimo still didn't speak, but if he didn't speak this time, it also meant to forgive by default.

So the man put the bag in his hand on the bed and took out a tube of ointment.

"What is that?" Qiao Yimo regained his coldness and indifference.

"Plaster." Leng Juo's voice was low, dumb and magnetic.

The moment the voice fell, the man stretched out his hand to pull the bathrobe away from the girl.

Qiao Yimo's face suddenly dropped, as soon as he grasped his hand, stared at him, and said coldly: "What are you doing?"

"Anti-inflammatory drugs." He got up this morning and saw her where it was swollen.

Qiao Yimo blushed, stretched out his hand to take the ointment, snorted, and said proudly, "I blame you."

I don't know how to control.

She took the initiative last night, so why did she rely on him.

Lengjuan was angrily laughed. He didn't give the ointment to her. Instead, he directly pressed her under his body, pulled off the bathrobe, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "Since it is my cause, then I will give you the medicine."

Qiao Yimo listened, don't overdo it and refuse.

The white ointment squeezed out was stuck on the slender and fair fingers. When the cold ointment touched somewhere, Qiao Yimo couldn't help but hide. He was nervous and sucked the man's finger. JrNovels.com