Lin Mumu is now wrapped in the breath of the clouds, his heart is no longer irritable, he is already in a semi-confused state of falling asleep, and his brain is also a little short-circuited.

To put it bluntly, she is now half-asleep and half-awake, otherwise Lin Mumu should have discovered a long time ago that her fingers were inappropriately teasing some stick-like object.

Have you ever seen someone whose abs grow into sticks and shake them?

Wine is intimidating, and sleep has the same effect?

Yun Ting resisted his suppressed impulses, like a leopard, his whole body tensed, staring at the forest and trees.

He was a normal man, with a woman he liked in his arms, and he was his legal wife.

She was holding him, her face pressed against his chest, her fingers teasing his roots.

It's a terrible feeling.

The worst thing is that Lin Mumu seemed to feel that Yun Ting's breathing was a little heavy, and his little pink face actually looked up and looked at Yun Ting curiously.

In the dark of the night, her eyes were like two sparkling gems, attracting all his gaze.

Yun Ting suddenly reached out and dragged Lin Mumu's head, lowered his head, and his hot lips pressed little by little against her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks.

Lin Mumu felt a little weird, and opened his mouth to make a sound.

But before her lips opened lightly, she ushered in his endless attack, and the entanglement between her lips and tongue was like a vicious battle, hot, fierce, and endless, as if to burn the last of people's sane nerves.

Lin Mumu was so soft in Yun Ting's arms, he hugged him tighter and tighter, feeling the sometimes gentle and sometimes surging attack of her lips and teeth, she was very afraid, this strange and familiar feeling ignited the small fire in her heart.

She also wanted to think about nothing, and she wanted to be soft in his arms, regardless of his old age, his sun, moon and stars, as long as this moment, as long as this strange, exciting, but wonderful feeling could continue.

She didn't want to think about whether she should or not, and she didn't want to think about whether she wanted to, maybe she did, because her body was honest, and every inch of her skin was screaming hotly, wanting to be pampered by him.

But her heart was very afraid, more and more afraid, especially his lips and tongue were like guns, after plundering in and out of her mouth, bringing a burst of panic and trembling stimulation, Lin Mumu was very scared again.

She snapped her eyes open and looked quietly at the man in front of her.

Is she going to give herself to him? Does he love her? What exactly happened to them in the past? Does she want to give him a baby?

Yun Ting's hand restlessly reached into Lin Mumu's wide collar, skillfully unbuttoned the two buttons, and the rough and hot palm held the two points that Ying Ying grasped.

Lin Mumu only felt hot, and his whole body was hot, like a fish lacking water, about to suffocate the heat, about to be crazy hot.

His touch obviously made her feel hotter, but it was a little cool and comfortable, and this feeling of panic drove away Lin Mumu's sleepiness, and she seemed to be awake.

But Yun Ting's kiss, with French romantic skills, advanced layer by layer, and quickly overwhelmed her consciousness.

Lin Mumu didn't know why he did this, as if he was born with it. actually responded to him enthusiastically.

She had to respond enthusiastically, which emboldened him. A pair of large rough hands reached into Lin Mumu's clothes from below, rubbing against her back.

Those hands are like lighters, and wherever they touch, they take the fire with them.

Lin Mumu's consciousness almost collapsed, as if he had completely fallen in this heat.