At this time, silence is better than sound. Zhuang Lin had already read the retention from Wenting's eyes. He looked at Wenting, nodded slightly, then put aside the slippers on his feet, went to bed, and lay down beside Wenting.

Wenting reached out to lift a corner of the quilt, Zhuang Lin, who was lying beside him, moved slightly, and the man also lay inside the quilt, and the two of them leaned against one piece.

By this time, Zhuang Lin no longer considered that. His powerful arms flipped Wen Ting's delicate body, let her turn sideways, faced him with her body, and pressed her face against her.

Wenting was particularly quiet and did not move at all. She let him turn her body until she faced her eyes and her plump breasts pressed against his broad chest.

The eyes are facing each other, only a distance of only three or four centimeters between them. Even if one side moves a little, the tips of the noses of the two people can touch each other, and they can clearly feel each other's breath blowing on their faces.

Zhuang Lin was like admiring a work of art, watching Wen Ting's flawless face up close. Perhaps this face was not as beautiful as Lin Huan and Chu Wan, and it was even more incomparable to Liang Luoshi, but his unique temperament was easily fascinated by people.

Looking at Zhuang Lin's face slowly approaching, Wenting naturally knew what he was going to do next. She did not hide and closed her eyes.

The distance was slightly closer, and Zhuang Lin's lips finally touched Wen Ting's thin red lips. At this moment, something dormant in the two people's bodies erupted completely like a volcano that woke up.

Zhuang Lin kissed Wen Ting frantically like a madman. His big hands were full of calluses, unwilling to be lonely. He stroked Wen Ting's delicate body up and down, especially on the pair of full and proud peaks, and he was even more reluctant to leave.

Unlike those young girls, young women who have been moistened by love and enjoying the taste, Zhuang Lin just gently caressed and teased her. Her long-lasting body had already reacted. In those beautiful eyes, autumn water rippled, and her whole body gradually became blurred.

When the physical reaction gradually became stronger, Wenting, who was originally quiet, finally gave up her reserve and began to cater to Zhuang Lin's passionate kiss, and constantly stroked Zhuang Lin's lower abdomen with both hands.

Zhuang Lin's hands temporarily stopped and began to unbutton Wenting's top with his right hand. However, he tried several times and almost sweated on his forehead, but he didn't even unbutton a single button, just because the button on Wenting's clothes was the most complicated retro cloth buckle.

At this time, he was like the person standing at the door of the vault. Through the crack of the door, he had already seen the golden golden mountain, but he had no key in his hand and could not open the lock on the door.

After several attempts, his brows frowned, his heart became fierce, and his hands were exerting force. Then he heard a tearing sound. The fancy and unique clothes on Wenting were torn apart.

When the whole shirt was torn apart, the locked door opened with a bang, and the seductive gold mountain was completely presented to Zhuang Lin's eyes. He could finally appreciate and taste it without any obstacles.

The light purple bra wrapped around the plump and proud breasts, the fair neck and the thick lights reflect Wenting's elegant and unique face. The perfect combination makes Zhuang Lin feel intoxicated.

His hands and fingers separated, slowly caressing Wenting's creamy skin, the plump peaks and flat belly hidden under the purple bra, her whole body was like a crystal pearl in the deep sea clam shell, presenting her most beautiful side.

The magical palm passed Wenting's flat belly and smooth skin, which brought the most intuitive touch. When his hand reached into the cloth skirt, Wenting's whole body became tense due to nervousness.

Zhuang Lin did not pause at all, and his hands moved down. As his hands moved, the cloth skirt broke away from Wen Ting's waist and slowly faded away, revealing the two well-proportioned and slender white thighs and the light purple underwear.

The sparse sound, when Wenting's whole charming body was unblocked, could no longer hold back, and sat up from the quilt and quickly took off her clothes.

In this uniquely-designed room, the young men and women lost all their constraints, met each other honestly, stared at each other for a short time, and finally the two bodies slowly approached and merged into one.

On the overlapping curtains, the bright moonlight shone. Outside the window, the night is getting darker, and the bustling city gradually quiets down. Inside the window, the passionate men and women hugged each other and lingered in bed.

The clocks on the wall were still rotating mechanically, and the hour hand passed twelve o'clock and pointed to an hour in the morning.

The low and depressing shouts and the fusion of liquids made the whole room completely quiet. On the wide bed, Zhuang Lin hugged the boneless body tightly from behind, and the thin cup covered the lower bodies of the two.

After the warmth after the love, Zhuang Lin buried his entire face in Wen Ting's hair and greedily sniffing the faint fragrance of hair. At this time, Wen Ting had not recovered from the previous madness, her mouth slightly opened and she exhaled like an orchid.

"Are you sleepy?" Zhuang Lin raised his neck, kissed Wen Ting gently on the cheek, and asked softly.

Wenting raised her head, looked at him, nodded after a brief stare, then shook her head. On her red face, she could no longer see hesitation and confusion, replaced by a relaxed smile.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Zhuang Lin hugged her and said softly in her ear.

"Em" Wenting nodded obediently, looked at his face a few more times, moved his head slightly to make himself more comfortable, and then closed his eyes.

The night became darker and everything was quiet.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the curtains and spread into the room, Zhuang Lin woke up. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Wen Ting's elegant face and clear eyes.

"When did you wake up?" Zhuang Lin asked softly, his eyes facing each other, and his smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't know much." Wenting laid on Zhuang Lin's arm, looking at Zhuang Lin at close range, with a little shyness on her beautiful face, her eyes clear and bright, without any avoidance, responding in a gentle and elegant voice.

In Zhuang Lin's not very long life, many women have appeared around him. Some have beautiful faces, some have excellent figures, some have noble temperaments, some are gentle as before, some are generous, and some are jewelled and jewelled. However, the woman in front of him is different, with a poetic and literary spirit.
Chapter completed!