She hooked the suspender with one hand, held the other hand to her mouth, looked at her with spring eyes, her body was soft like a pool of spring water, her voice was so soft that even her bones were crispy, she raised her slender and white legs, and shouted his name coquettishly: "Shang Mo ......"

Her legs slowly descended on him, **, infinitely beautiful.

He couldn't control it, leaned over, kissed her lips, stroked her body, and left traces of his belongings under her.

She couldn't stand it, lifted her swan-like neck, and couldn't help but moan softly.

But when he was about to enter her, he woke up from the dream......

The dream is infinitely amorous, the blood is boiling, the dream wakes up alone, and the room is cold.

He got up and lit a cigarette, and when he stood by the window, he saw the light on in the living room downstairs, and on the balcony, the man in his dream was sitting there painting the snow scene at night with a paintbrush.

The original face was full of anger.

It suddenly vanished, and his gaze became meaningless.

He slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the whole person was a little aggressive under the faint yellow light wall lamp.

Suddenly, he snuffed out his cigarette and walked out.

Rong Mo, who was concentrating on painting, noticed the sound of footsteps in his ears.

She turned her head and saw a hazy shadow on the other side of the living room, and was about to ask who when a slightly stern male voice sounded softly: "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

"When I came down to drink water, I saw that the snow scene was beautiful, so I couldn't help but want to draw it." Rong Mo explained lightly, and took a sip of the water cup in his free hand.

"Oh." Shang Mo replied casually, her eyes fixed on Rong Mo's lips, because after drinking water, her lips became moist, and she subconsciously licked it with her pink tongue.

His eyes were a little more understanding.

"Why did you wake up?" Rong Mo continued to paint.

"I'm thirsty." Shang Mo replied casually, his gaze fixed on Rong Mo's white and slender fingers, his fingers were gentle, but the snow scene drawn was vivid.

Rong Mo originally thought that Shang Mo should leave immediately to drink water, and then go to sleep, but Nazhi Shangmo not only did not leave, but also suddenly walked behind her and wrapped her hand holding the pen: "Here, there should be another ......"

Rong Mo shrank a little frightened.

At this time, the two were extremely close, and his tall body was behind her, almost holding half of her body in his arms.

knew that he didn't know that he was a woman, and knew that he just wanted to teach him to draw, but she still couldn't help but panic in her heart, and her face involuntarily turned red.

But he didn't listen to the call and wanted to struggle, but the dry and powerful hand, just like the impression he gave people, was domineering and forced, his voice was very calm, and he taught: "When you paint, don't hold the pen so tightly, like here, it's too heavy, you can be a little lighter......"

He taught her so seriously.

Ling Rong Mo suddenly didn't know how to react.

She kept wondering in her heart, is it normal for two men to be like this, and two men to be so normal......

"Here you can add a few more strokes to the ......" Shang Mo's head moved forward slightly, just leaning against Rong Mo's ear, and the warm breath was like a warm current, spraying on Rong Mo's sensitive ears one after another.

Rong Mo felt that his body was inexplicably a little soft, and he couldn't help but turn his head slightly sideways, and said in a low voice: "Shang ......"

Her head moved, and her ear beads were just sent to Shang Mo's lips, and then her ears kissed his lips.

_

ps: Shang Mo is very flirtatious~~ Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a fragrant kiss~~~<