In reality, Bai Mengmeng was very irritable and withdrew from the star network, and the joy of winning so many games in the mecha battlefield had dissipated at this time, and Bai Mengmeng just wanted to find something to vent now.

Then she saw the white-haired man leaning against the doorframe, smiling angrily at her.

Oh, maybe it's called Shota Grayhair.

After all, the current Feng Xian is not the tall man, but the little Zhengtai who is not taller than Bai Mengmeng.

Restless, the blood in her body began to flow backwards, and a wonderful feeling suddenly filled Bai Mengmeng's whole body, she kept inhaling, trying to calm herself, but the instinct that surged up from the depths of her heart gradually occupied her reason.

As if to tear him apart, to completely conquer him, to make him cry tactfully under her - this instinct made the green tendons on Bai Mengmeng's forehead begin to burst.

The muscles in her arms tensed unconsciously, as if she had endured great pain.

"Moe ......"

But Feng Xian also came up, and the man who shrunk into Xiao Zhengtai looked more tender and delicious, and his fleshy face seemed to be waving to Bai Mengmeng.

Come and bite me, I guarantee that the taste is good~

The faint fragrance lingers on the tip of Bai Mengmeng's nose, which is a very rich sweet fragrance, like the taste of nectar, constantly attracting bees and butterflies, and Bai Mengmeng is the bee, the butterfly.

"Are you still angry?"

As if sensing how much the sweet fragrance on his body was tempting to Bai Mengmeng, Feng Xian was full of malice and got closer to Bai Mengmeng, and even pulled his clothes very badly, revealing his white and tender chest.

The little beanie on the chest of the boy who has not grown up is a faint pink, as attractive as a small piece of light powder on the top of the incomparably delicate shou peach.

Bai Mengmeng's gaze unconsciously moved downstream, and the angle at which Feng Xian ripped off his clothes was very subtle, and it was obvious that Feng Xian had also implemented the most touching sentence of half-revealing to the extreme.

The faint white flesh and light pink are intertwined, Bai Mengmeng's eyes are downward, and what he sees is the flat lower abdomen, obviously the figure of the young phoenix string is also very good, although it is not as muscular as before, but the lines of the waist and abdomen are still very attractive.

"Don't move ......"

Bai Mengmeng grabbed his shoulder uncontrollably, and the strength that almost pierced his fingers into the flesh made Feng Xian can't help but hiss. Lure.

The green fruit has been hanging on the branches, just waiting for someone to reach out and pick it, Bai Mengmeng licked his lips, the white cheeks of the person in front of him were stained with a layer of pink, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, because he was dyed with some unknown emotion, so that his eyes were full of strange colors.

"Moe Meng ...... Hmmm......"

Feng Xian blinked at Bai Mengmeng, the sweet fragrance that gradually spread in the air made him a little confused, and this familiar smell immediately eroded his reason, making him have to surrender to his whole person—it was the feeling of being marked.

The feeling of being marked once overflowed again, and Feng Xian's whole person suddenly softened, as long as Bai Mengmeng touched it, he seemed to be about to break inch by inch.

Bai Mengmeng has changed from holding his shoulders to burying his head in Feng Xian's neck socket, and the feeling of warm breathing hitting his neck socket suddenly makes Feng Xian's whole person seem to soften into a puddle of spring water.