"Let's go!"

Mo Yan saw that he had been staring at the man on the ground, although the other party was already dead, but he still felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Luo Qifeng retracted his gaze, stared thoughtfully at his waist, and suddenly laughed.

"Huh?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at her with some confusion.

"I'm curious, if you pull out the soft sword, the fight will be too fierce, aren't you afraid that this pants will fall off?" Luo Qifeng thought of Mo Yan's appearance of being a tiger in a pair of nei pants, and the smile on his lips became a little bigger, "You must know that this bird walking is not a good behavior!" ”

"Bird walkers?" Mo Yan suddenly smiled meaningfully, with a bit of danger.

Before Luo Qifeng could react to what he wanted to do, he was pressed against the hood.

Mo Yan's red lips lightly pressed against Luo Qifeng's soft lips, grinding gently.

"Want to see it?" His low and hoarse voice flowed out little by little like a good wine of Shen Lao, with an alluring aroma that made people can't help but indulge.

Luo Qifeng's little face was dyed with a thin halo of crimson, and his little hand pushed against Mo Yan's chest, "Look at what, what do you have, I have it myself!" ”

"Then let me see yours?" Mo Yan laughed softly, and the warm breath came to his face, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

"No...... No more! Luo Qifeng trembled in fright, and his body shrank back.

But it was just a formal action, and he was already dead by Mo Yan, and he was still in turmoil.

"Why not? It's a question of who attacks and who suffers! Mo Yan teased without refusal.

The hand ran along Luo Qifeng's waist and slid to the lower abdomen a little bit, and then didn't wait for Luo Qifeng to speak, but touched it directly.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Mo Yan subconsciously hooked upward, and the familiar touch made the corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

"Perverted!" Luo Qifeng stretched out his hand and directly slapped him in the face, struggling to get rid of his big palm.

But the great ecstasy made Mo Yan lose his mind, and even this slap couldn't wake him up.

He lowered his head, kissed Luo Qifeng's lips hard, sucked desperately twice, and then pried open her teeth and poked in, chasing the soft tongue that wanted to run away and teasing constantly.

In the end, he gradually lost his patience and rolled it up, dragged it back into his mouth hard, and kept kissing and depicting.

Luo Qifeng resisted and climbed the legs, but instead let Mo Yan successfully squeeze into her double tui, and the scorching heat gently rubbed against her softness, evoking annoying feelings.

"Hmm!" Luo Qifeng felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body felt crispy and numb, and then it warmed up a little bit.

But Mo Yan was dissatisfied with just such a simple contact, his big palm lifted the hem of Luo Qifeng's shirt, pinched the tender waist and rubbed it hard, and then slid upwards little by little, until he touched the tightly wound strip of cloth, his eyes regained a little clarity.

Mo Yan let go of Luo Qifeng's lilac tongue, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to use this kind of thing again?!" His voice was hoarse, hopelessly sexy.

Luo Qifeng blinked his eyes in confusion, his consciousness had not yet recovered, and his ignorant appearance made Mo Yan smile uncontrollably.