He can do it, who says he can't do it?

She also thinks he is too good.

Zhimian's heartbeat was thumping, and she said it hot, "Don't talk about me, you can take care of yourself first."

"Ninety-nine, I'll tell you..."

The two talked about shameful topics for a while until Zhimian turned red.

Finally hung up the phone, Zhimian picked up the brush again and looked at the car that the male and female protagonists in the pen had been stuck for a long time. At this moment, the inspiration in his mind came rubbing, and his face was half red and outlining.

Until she finished drawing, she sent the manuscript to Li Niannian: [Let the line up.]

After reading it, Li Niannian replied: [99, I was a little imaginative, my nose bleeding came out, why do you understand so much...]

Zhimian almost choked while drinking water.

She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand anything, Liang Zhiyi is the king of understanding.

Just as she was thinking, the bedroom door was opened, she immediately closed the drawing and turned around and saw Duan Zhuo walking in.

The man was wearing a bathrobe, and his lean muscle lines were hidden under the slightly open collar of the bathrobe. He walked towards her step by step, as if he was approaching the prey that was about to be arrested.

Zhimian looked at him, and his heartbeat accelerated.

In the man's vision, the girl sat at the table, wearing a thin, close-fitting nightgown, the fabric outlined beautiful curves, and her skin was as white as cream, like a blow-breaking dough.

Until he walked to the side, Duan Zhuo looked at her with his eyes down, curled the corners of his lips, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Have you painted it?"

"Um."

She lowered her head, "I'll turn off the computer..."

As soon as she covered the computer, she suddenly put her knees on her back. The next moment, her body rose into the air and was steadily carried by him.

The long cloak fell to the ground.

Her slender and fair arms subconsciously climbed onto his shoulders, and her head was pressed against his front, and she felt Duan Zhuo's powerful heartbeat.

Her clothes and cloth wrinkles, Duan Zhuo looked down at the scenery in front of the girl, and his eyes darkened and the Adam's apple rolled heavily.

"Why are you dressed so sexy?"

Zhimian murmured: "I can wear this one..."

The others are not this season, or they are too hot or too cold.

At this moment, the cloak fell off, and a coolness was pressed on the skin, but because he was holding it, the coolness was quickly dispelled.

Duan Zhuo's eyes were filled with a smile, he turned around and walked out, and said hoarsely: "Baby, you may not want to sleep tonight."

“…”

It's over, I knew she wouldn't wear it anymore.

Zhimian's eyes were shook by the lights in the corridor, and her cheeks were hot, trying to change the topic to relieve her tension: "Did you finish your work very early?"

"Well, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After entering the dimly lit bedroom and closing the door, Zhimian was placed on the soft bed by him.

Before she could speak, the man leaned against the bed and bullied himself. The heavy breath mixed with uncontrollable emotions came overwhelmingly, and suddenly occupied her breath.

Duan Zhuo's hand penetrated into her soft hair, fixing her so hard that she could not escape. Zhimian could not bear his fierce kiss, and his fingers tightly clutched his bathrobe collar. A few seconds later, his hand was taken to the lace of the bathrobe.

The hint is obvious.

While she was dizzy, she seemed to be bewitched, and she was instinctive.

For a moment, the man's bathrobe fell to the ground.

Zhimian's eyes shook by, his hands were warm, and wherever he passed was like sparks, and finally he reached the hem of his skirt.

Her heart beat, and she met the man's eyes full of emotions.

The slightly cool air slowly poured up from her knees until she raised her hands. Because of the cold, she curled up slightly. The next moment the man and her were completely opposite to her, immediately dispelling all the chills.

What he brought was a heart-warming passion.

The man's kiss continued to heavier, biting her lips lightly, Zhimian's consciousness gradually dissipated, and water vapor was accumulated bit by bit. With every move he did, his body and mind gradually trembled.

He does whatever he wants.

She is about to die.

Zhimian listened to Duan Zhuo's smirk and whisper in her ear, biting his lips, but the slim sounds that flowed out of his red lips could not help but ejaculate from his red lips.

She suddenly realized something-

Duan Zhuo is even more terrifying than last night.

He is already familiar with the road and his offensive is even stronger than last night.

Until she had no strength to resist, Duan Zhuo stood up and went to get another box next to the bed that she bought last night.

Zhimian heard the sound of tearing open the packaging, and a few seconds later, her body was suddenly lifted up. The two exchanged directions. He leaned half against the head of the bed and asked her to sit face to face.

Zhimian exclaimed, blinking his wet eyes, "Duan Zhuo——"

A smile spreads on the corners of the man's lips:

"Baby, it's your turn to review what you learned during the day."

Today I was at the racecourse during the day...

Zhimian's face turned red instantly, and she wanted to cry without tears.

"I won't……"

Duan Zhuo's eyes were red and his fingers were linked to her. He stared at her with his voice as if he was sandy: "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Zhimian was uncontrollably ups and downs with him.

On the wall, people are swaying in the rain.

Until a while, Duan Zhuo sat up and hugged her.

Zhimian leaned on his shoulder, his nose was red, and his soft voice was sobbing: "No, it will slide in a little bit..."

She had to control it, but it might be more and more counterproductive.

what to do……

When Duan Zhuo heard this, blue veins appeared on his forehead and scarlet in his eyes.
Chapter completed!