Ji Yicheng's redness in his peach blossom eyes became deeper, as bright as day, and he dared not look directly at him, and the ups and downs under him became larger and larger.

He kept exerting force, allowing her to feel herself more strongly, bringing her a better and more heartwarming pleasure, and also enjoying the madness of her with her at the same time...

When a wasteful soul meets the encounter of love, it will achieve the greatest happiness in the world. She is his happiness and his life. If she has something to do, he will be doomed in this life.

He lowered his head and grabbed her lips deeply. The gentle kiss became intense. He grabbed the tip of her tongue, danced together, tossed and turned, sucked and bite, and almost the root of his tongue became numb.

...

The next day, Jing Qingge slept until noon.

The warm winter sun shone in from outside the window, covering a thin layer, slightly dazzling. Jing Qingge squinted his eyes and adapted for half a minute before he woke up. The blanket was already cold under the quilt beside him.

Suddenly, her eyes trembled slightly, and her mind recalled everything that happened last night.

I love you, my wife...

She smiled in her dream.

Then he left the room. Now Ji Yicheng is ten, so he naturally won't spend the night in her room.

And she had no dreams all night, and this should be the most peaceful night she slept in the past ten days.

She even wondered if she had a very beautiful spring dream. She was happy with Ji Yicheng in the dream. When she woke up, she was beaten back from the princess to Cinderella. However, the ambiguous smell remaining in the air and the most sexy and seductive hormone aura that only belonged to Ji Yicheng in the quilt, all told her that all this was true. Her prince came to save her from dire straits.

...

She couldn't help but lift the corner of her mouth, and suddenly realized the red light in the corner of the wall not far away. She quickly bit her lip, pulled the quilt to cover her head, and hid in the quilt.

Jing Qingge covered her mouth hard and smiled. Happiness overflowed from her eye sockets. Her beautiful little face was dyed with rouge. She was thinking about something in her little head. Ji Yicheng is here, her man is here...

On the other end of the camera, in front of the computer, two men stared at the screen.

The woman was curled up in the goose-vout, her little body kept shaking, and occasionally she heard a low whimpering sound from her tight throat, which sounded like a heartbroken person was despairing, very vivid and realistic.

"I was so sad to cry." Shi Ming sneered and joked again, "ten, it was so intense last night, this time Jing Qingge was afraid that he completely hated Ji Yicheng."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!