Chapter: 4641

She turned around and glared at him blushing.

It was clear that she was at fault, but she was made into a situation where he was looking for trouble.

"What are you looking at?"

"I don't think my own cousin is okay?"

There was a smile on the corner of Shang Qian's mouth, and his dark and deep eyes flashed past.

Su Nan was so angry that she walked out and accidentally bumped into him.

Shang Qian snorted, his face turned pale instantly.

Su Nan was so frightened that she lost her soul, she went to support him, Mingyan's face was full of panic

"What's the matter, what's the matter, my fault, I shouldn't hit you..."

Next to it was the bedroom, and she carefully helped him onto the bed.

Self-blame and guilt, like holding a piece of fragile glass.

Shang Qian lay "weakly" on the bed, watching her half-kneeling next to her, carefully pressing his leg.

That appearance, very much like a kitten that has done something wrong, and became docile after blowing its fur.

The contrast should not be too cute.

He hooked his lips, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull her beside him, pressing her under him, leaning over to look at her, his eyes were dark, and there was a small reflection of her inside.

There was still a tear on her fair little face, pitiful and distressed.

Shang Qian's chest paused, and he lowered his head to kiss the tear on her face.

Then it went down slowly, and its hands were dishonestly drilled in to light fires everywhere.

Su Nan reacted, her expression was quiet and weak, her hands were placed on her chest, tears were hanging on her face like broken jade

"Aren't you in pain?"

Shang Qian pinched her slender waist, his black pupils were dark, his voice was deep and hoarse, as if he could seduce people's hearts, and it was so pleasant to dilate the pores

"It hurts, but I want you more, so be good."

His lips fell on her tearful eyes, and there was a deep silence, with restraint and forbearance, and his movements were gradual.

She really didn't dare to resist with all her strength, so she could only follow his rhythm halfway.

But he seemed to be torturing her on purpose, compared to usual, he deliberately slowed down, admiring her expression.

She thought that everyone was too tired to remember anything.

As a result, Shang Qian, the vixen, came again and again, hugging her, coaxing her and torturing her

"Come on, call cousin to listen?"

"Call, my cousin loves you!"

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