After having dinner with Fei Yunqing and his wife, they refused the couple's invitation, and Zhuang Lin took Kong Qinghua back to the guest room.

On the luxurious version of the big bed in the room, the sheets were full of wrinkles, and some watermarks could even be seen in some places. Before leaving the room, Kong Qinghua originally wanted to clean up, but was forced to take it away by Zhuang Lin.

Just Zhuang Lin's words, what should I clean up? Anyway, I will fight with people and flesh on it, so it will be useless to clean up.

After entering the house, I saw the mess on the bed and the few less obvious watermarks. Kong Qinghua's fresh and beautiful face couldn't help but blush appeared. He hurried forward and wanted to clean up, but before she could do it, a pair of powerful arms behind her hugged her tightly.

The warm air flow that erupted from her nose penetrated into her ears, and her somewhat sensitive body trembled involuntarily.

Those big hands walked around her arms and easily covered her plump breasts. They touched and kneaded their bodies indulged in love. The developed body quickly responded under this wanton kneading and caressing.

Compared to Chu Wan's proud breasts, Kong Qinghua's breasts are obviously smaller than the previous size, but they are not small. They are not nearly as biased as they are in place. The key is that they are very elastic.

Zhuang Lin skillfully unbuttoned Kong Qinghua's coat, and there was a light-colored warmth. He first stroked and kneaded the soft breasts through the warmth for a while, which made Kong Qinghua's eyes blurred and autumn water surged.

Although Kong Qinghua is relatively conservative in this kind of thing, she is not the kind of woman who is disgusting and pure. Her love for Zhuang Lin makes her never want to refuse and accept that. As long as Zhuang Lin needs it, she will never refuse Zhuang Lin.

The fair jade hand gently stroked Zhuang Lin's cheeks, and her emotional body was pressed tightly against Zhuang Lin's body. Perhaps only in this way can she express the love in her heart.

The lips and tongue were intertwined, and the liquid met, and Kong Qinghua gradually lost it. Zhuang Lin's big hands were put into his clothes, caressing him affectionately on this seductive body.

Under the bright light, Kong Qinghua's clothes were separated one by one, and Zhuang Lin threw them to the side until he peeled Kong Qinghua into a white and tender lamb, and then he began to take off his clothes.

Although the temperature outside is moderately below zero in this deep winter, the indoor temperature remains moderately at around twenty degrees. Even if you are holding your body, you will not feel any chill.

When the two met completely and honestly, Zhuang Lin hugged Kong Qinghua and fell on the bed. His big hands were nostalgic on the snow-white skin. His lips left the seductive red lips, kissed his fair neck, and fell on the shiny jade peak.

The pearl-like shiny skin bloomed under the light, tempting the deepest part of Zhuang Lin's body, making him unable to stop. The iron-like man's root was so hard that it hurt, pressing against Kong Qinghua's thighs.

Zhuang Lin did not rush to carry his gun into battle, but just tasted the delicious jade peaks that seemed to be in the world as before. Under the conflict between teeth and tongue, the pair of pink beans stood up.

Lost in it, Kong Qinghua, with his jade hands, uncontrollably stroked Zhuang Lin's body, on his broad chest, on his strong muscles, and on his steel-like man's roots.

When Zhuang Lin's tongue passed through the fat-free belly, Kong Qinghua, who was panting, woke up all over. The jade hand holding Zhuang Lin's man's root suddenly pressed Zhuang Lin's head.

"It's dirty." She said with difficulty, holding back the emptiness in the deepest part of her body, supporting her eyes that were already flooding with water.

"Yaya, in my eyes, you are the purest in the world, and every part of your body is the most beautiful." Zhuang Lin had no intention of stopping, and reached out to move Kong Qinghua's jade hand away, and at the same time spread her legs apart.

"Ah" When Zhuang Lin's head sank between Kong Qinghua's legs, Kong Qinghua's body trembled in a while, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a heartless shenyin from his throat.

In the luxurious suite, Kong Qinghua's arrogant voice like a oriole singing came one after another, and never echoed for a long time. In the end, when the strong impulse surged out from the deepest part of her body, she was completely submerged.

The slender and beautiful legs were tightly closed together, and the Jiangnan area where milk was flowing was like a dam breaking. She felt that she had all flew up and flew high up to the clouds.

Zhuang Lin couldn't help but spread the two beautiful legs apart, slowly approached his body, and finally pushed the steel-like man's root into Kong Qinghua's body.

The sound of shenyin, the man's heavy breathing, and the crisp sounds made when the collision were intertwined, playing a song of love. It was not until Zhuang Lin sprayed the essence of life on the deepest part of Kong Qinghua's body that he returned to peace.

After crazy passion, on the soft and luxurious bed, Zhuang Lin hugged the sweaty Kong Qinghua tightly and gently kissed the white cheeks.

"Yaya, when did your monthly letter last month come?"

Kong Qinghua poked his head out of Zhuang Lin's arms, and his beautiful eyes, looking at Zhuang Lin from a close distance, showed a sweet smile on his face covered with redness.

“The Sixth of last month.”

On the sixth of last month, it was already the twelfth, which means that Kong Qinghua's menstrual period was postponed for six days. Judging from the current situation, it may never come again in the next few months.

Zhuang Lin calculated the time in his heart and couldn't help but smile bitterly. After the bitter smile, he became calm.

He is twenty-two years old this year, and Kong Qinghua is already twenty-five years old, and both of them are very healthy. These days, they have never taken contraceptive measures when they are together. If they still can't get pregnant, they will really be a ghost.

Could it be that I really want to be a father?

He thought so in his heart, reached out and grabbed Kong Qinghua's hand, and put his finger on Kong Qinghua's wrist.

Kong Qinghua just looked at him quietly, feeling a little uneasy and expectant in his heart.

After a while, Zhuang Lin moved his finger away from Kong Qinghua's wrist, looked at Kong Qinghua's cheek, and then nodded at Kong Qinghua with a smile.

"Yaya, you are going to be a mother, I am going to be a father." When he said this, he couldn't explain clearly what kind of mentality he had in his heart, happy, excited, or fear and confusion?

Perhaps he had thought about having children with his beloved woman, but when Kong Qinghua was really pregnant, he was a little uncomfortable for a moment and his mind was a little confused.

When Kong Qinghua heard the news, he was stunned. Soon, a soft smile appeared on his flowery face.

"Don't worry, my child and I will not be your burden, and I will not let anyone know that the child is yours." A gentle voice sounded in Zhuang Lin's ears, like a huge rock, hitting his chest, making him feel extremely stuffy.

Looking at Kong Qinghua, Zhuang Lin couldn't help but think of his mother. Back then, his cold-hearted father gave up his mother for the sake of the so-called family interests. His mother could only bear all the pressure alone, and finally committed suicide in despair.
Chapter completed!