Feng Chen wrapped his arms around her shoulders: "Of course, I can only bully you." ”

"Neither can you." She snorted.

Feng Chen raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Are you sure?" ”

Song Zhiyue didn't hear the meaning of his words, and nodded: "Sure." ”

Feng Chen: "If I don't bully you, you will feel empty and lonely, and you will not have a baby in the future." ”

Only then did Song Zhiyue understand what he meant by bullying, and her face suddenly turned red.

Feng Chen held her shoulders and let her out of his embrace: "So are you sure I won't bully you?" ”

She nodded, shook her head, and said nothing.

Feng Chen insisted on asking the answer from her mouth: "Speak." ”

"Oh, don't ask!" Song Zhiyue covered her face shyly.

However, she forgot that she was covered with a bath towel.

As soon as she let go, the bath towel fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the snow white in front of him, as well as the full and upright particles, the breath of Feng Chen's breath stagnated, and his deep eyes gradually darkened, and there was a faint flame burning.

Song Zhiyue was wearing slippers, so she felt the bath towel falling on her feet.

She hurriedly took the hand off her face and went to pick up the bath towel on the ground.

But Feng Chen was one step ahead of her, hugged her waist, and as soon as her arm was forced, she entered his arms.

Her softness was against his chest, and it was a wonderful touch.

Feng Chen's thin lips crossed her neck and bit her earlobe: "I still like you who are so proactive." ”

Song Zhiyue was full of excitement: "I'm not ......"

Before she could say the rest of the words, she was blocked by the dust.

She was undressed, and it was easy to feel it when she held her bare body.

When she was dusted and placed on the bed, and was about to go further, there was a knock on the door.

Feng Chen didn't want to bother, so he supported Song Zhiyue's side with one hand, and continued to untie his belt with the other.

Song Zhiyue's face was red from her kiss, and even her neck was covered with a layer of powder, and she pushed him with a slight chaotic breath: "Go and see." ”

She was afraid that Wen Mei would come to find something to seal the dust, so it was not good to ignore it.

And it's still early, and I can think about what they're doing in the room.

As soon as they returned to Feng's house, Wen Mei didn't know what to think of her.

"Whatever they knock, you don't hear it." Feng Chen's voice was hoarse.

"It's possible Mom, you go quickly." Song Zhiyue pulled the quilt on the side and covered herself.

The dust still didn't move.

Song Zhiyue glared at him, with a hint of flushed charm in his eyes, which made Feng Chen unbearable.

Seeing that she wrapped herself in a silkworm chrysalis with the quilt, he got up helplessly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the desire of the body.

The people outside the door were still knocking, and Song Zhiyue saw that he was standing still, and urged him: "You go quickly." ”

"How do I get there like this?" Seal the dust and tie the belt.

Song Zhiyue didn't react for a while, he didn't take off his clothes and pants, so he couldn't open the door.

Her gaze was suddenly fixed on a certain place, looking at the tent that had been propped up, and her face was so red that water could drip out.

"Then you go to the bathroom and take out my clothes for me."

Feng Chen glanced at her, her appearance was not much better, and it was easier to think of what they had just done when she opened the door.

Feng Chen walked to the door, opened the door, and hid half of his body outside the door.

It was the butler who knocked on the door, holding Song Zhiyue's bag in his hand.

"Second Young Master, someone called Second Young Grandma just now, so I took her bag."

"Bookmark for easy reading"