inflammation……

These two slightly intimate words made him extremely unhappy.

Tongyan.

What happened last night, he was still thinking about how to do it without leaving any trace. He actually dared to touch his woman. Thinking about the traces left by him last night on Shabelle, even though those traces have been replaced by him little by little.

I lost it, but the image is clear in my mind...

Now seeing Tong Yan's phone call, Feng Qingyu's hand was still on Sha Bei'er's waist, and his strength did not decrease. He stepped towards the soft couch, threw his arm away, and bumped into it hard.

Shabei'er felt like giving up the treatment. She had already done it twice, and now she didn't even have the strength to struggle. She rested her head on Feng Qingyu's shoulder and let him toss her. She gave up the treatment, but she couldn't free up her mind.

It was fuller than the second time, and the feeling of being stretched was even stronger.

Every time she hit, Shabell felt her soul trembling. Her consciousness gradually became chaotic, and her consciousness was really dark and sweet this time...

But suddenly, just before reaching the peak, Feng Qingyu's steps stopped. The movement of throwing her arms also stopped. She was left there in the cold, in a state of neither going up nor down. She was almost dead.

I became conscious and stopped at this time.

Shabei'er's closed eyes suddenly opened, she lay on Feng Qingyu's shoulder, her eyes opened a gap...

I saw Feng Qingyu suddenly bend over.

bend over...

What is he going to do...

When she heard the familiar vibrating sound in her ears, Shabell came back to reality. Then she clasped herself on Feng Qingyu's arm, propped herself up with one hand, and looked at Feng Qingyu's big hand. He really picked up her

The mobile phone in my pocket, and the mobile phone is vibrating, and the screen above displays, inflammation...

Yan’s phone call...

Last night, it seemed vaguely that the phone in my arms vibrated many times, but because I was over-stimulated and didn't want to speak for a while, I kept pretending not to hear it.

He must have been playing all night, looking at the mobile phone in Feng Qingyu's hand. When Feng Qingyu felt Sha Bei'er's nervousness, the flash of expression on his face made him even more unhappy.

"don't want……"

Shabelle was shocked, what on earth was he going to do!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was going to grab the phone in Feng Qingyu's hand. But Feng Qingyu's arms were long, and Sha Bei'er was very tired now. Her waist was buckled again, and as soon as her body moved, Feng Qingyu buckled her on the hip.

The big hand on the upper hand squeezed hard, and bumped upward too hard...

The impact made Shabelle's sensitive insides tighten.

"Hmm...ah..."

He groaned, his body was extremely sensitive just before the peak of enthusiasm.

When she recovered, Sha Bei'er saw that Feng Qingyu had pressed the answer button, and Yan's voice came from the phone.

"Ruirui...I'm sorry for last night...it was my fault, I should have waited until you were ready..."

Sha Bei'er couldn't hear what Tong Yan was saying at all. She just felt her mind went blank. Her hand was still on Feng Qingyu's arm and she looked at Feng Qingyu's handsome face. His face was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

, the fine hair was sticking to the temples, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at her sharply.

The phone in his hand slipped from his hand and fell on the clothes on the soft couch, with the cover facing up.

He retracted his arms and clasped her waist tightly. He hit her more fiercely than before, and Sha Bei'er's body twisted and struggled. She didn't know if Feng Qingyu had hung up the phone, or if Tong Yan was still on the phone.

While listening.

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