As soon as the word "husband" with a crying voice came out, Mu Jingchen's body shook slightly, took off the nightdress on Xia Yimo's body, and threw it on the floor at will, and the fiery kiss was printed on her lips again. The beautiful eyes are dyed with a strong lust, but they can't be dissolved gently.

Holding Xia Yimo's little hand, he covered somewhere under his body, up and down.

In confusion, Xia Yimo opened her eyes and looked at the boy on her body, with a handsome face, a perfectly proportioned body, and a black shirt hanging scattered on her body, adding a taste of abstinence, but it was as charming as a ghost at night.

Between the beautiful foreheads, there were fine drops of sweat, black like ink, messy and unruly, slightly sweaty, Xia Yimo wondered if she and Mu Jingchen had done it

Soon in the bathroom.

The white vapour filled the room, like a cloud of mist, leading people to reverie. The girl's soft and delicate muttering and the boy's sexually heavy gasping are harmoniously intertwined.

Under the shower, Mu Jingchen hugged Xia Yimo tightly, kissed her on the shoulder, and in the mist, I vaguely saw that the girl's body was as white as jade, and it was already mottled with red and purple.

Xia Yimo's body was tense, against the bathroom wall, her straight legs together, passively catering to Mu Jingchen's wild confrontation. The center of the leg is hard and hot, and the heat lasts for a long time.

The thin white arms can wrap around Mu Jingchen's neck, or the tip of the tongue is entangled, or sucking-biting-devouring, or deep into the throat and kissing, the love is so deep that it can't be dissolved.

I don't know how long, the legs have begun to numb and painful, Mu Jingchen's desire is still high, Xia Yimo bit his lower lip, and his little hand wrapped around his waist: "Mu Jingchen"

"Mu Jingchen"

The mouth was soon blocked by hot and wet kisses, and it was pestered sleeplessly.

It wasn't until his body was so weak that he had no strength, and he could only climb Mu Jingchen's shoulders to stand still, the frequency of the hot ** between his legs suddenly accelerated, and the wheezing sound in his ears became more and more rapid and heavy, Xia Yimo's small body was about to be unbearable, and his voice was also fragmented, so Mu Jingchen suddenly hugged her and roared sexually.

The heart of the leg is hot, and the skin looks like it is about to be burned.

Back in bed, Xia Yimo was already drowsy, at the mercy of Mu Jingchen, obedient. It should be said that she no longer knows how to get back to bed.

When he came back to his senses, he was already embraced by Mu Jingchen and slept on a soft bed. The long arm, running under his neck, made her sit comfortably on his shoulder.

The bodies of the two were close together, and the temperature was hot.

Thinking back gradually, Xia Yimo blinked his eyes, looked at the glass chandelier on the ceiling, and the fiery fragments came to his mind. In an instant, the porcelain white face, even the snow-white ears, were all completely red, and even the snow-white skin on the body was tinged with a faint pink.

As if knowing that she was going to blow her hair, the hot kiss suddenly fell on her forehead and kissed her eyebrows: "Good, don't think about anything, go to sleep." He tightened his arms a little more and grabbed her.

"Mu Jingchen" Xia Yimo just shouted out a name, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The boys around him had hot skin, hot arms, and hot fingertips, and even a gentle kiss was like burning.

She quickly touched herself, jumped up from the bed at once, climbed onto Mu Jingchen, and touched his beautiful forehead with her little hand.

For a moment, his eyes widened in panic—

"Mu Jingchen, do you have a fever!"

The temperature under the palm was scorching hot, Xia Yimo was just about to run out of bed, and was pressed against his chest strongly, and the chest with his cheeks was also hot like fire.

"Well, don't make noise, sleep."