The lights in the room had been replaced by dark yellow wall lamps. Clusters of burning firelight began to jump in Jiang Zizhuo's clear eyes.? Bayi? Chinese                                                                                                          

He was so honest and had such a few days ago, but Ling Xiaoxiao gave a nervous sound, swallowed her saliva and looked at the little boy with his fingers hooked, and took off his bathrobe.

Outside the window, the howling north wind began to surge again in such a quiet night, beating the window ridge to find their presence in this cold winter.

The room was turned on with the largest heating, which made the two of them look at each other, and they couldn't feel any coldness at all. Ling Xiaoxiao only felt that she was going to drown in Jiang Zizhuo's seductive gaze.

In a trance, she thought of the night at No. 8 Middle School again. The night was as cold as water. The two of them were walking back to the dormitory. The man also looked at her with such eyes and smiles, lingering and dense, wrapping her heart bit by bit, making her unable to extricate herself anymore.

She raised her hand and stroked the little boy's eyes. When she looked at her like this, her heart would jump out of her heart disobediently.

The little boy pulled Ling Xiaoxiao's hand down and placed it between his lips and rubbed it gently: "Do you want to do it yourself?"

The voice was already hoarse, and it penetrated Ling Xiaoxiao's ears, making her shivering, what should she do by herself? Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the smirk at the corner of Jiang Zizhuo's lips, and a center of gravity was unstable, and she pulled the little boy and fell on the bed together.

"**Short, my Xiaoxiao is indeed anxious." The little boy lowered his head and swept across her cheeks. The flames that were beating in his eyes had burned into a fire that could start a prairie fire.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She wanted to push him, but she felt that she couldn't use any strength.

The skin that was in contact with each other was gradually rippling with pink colors, and their body temperatures began to exchange bit by bit. Ling Xiaoxiao only felt that the little boy's body was as hot as if it could burn her to ashes in the next second.

His fingers were shuttled through the half-dry part of Ling Xiaoxiao's blowing. The little boy seemed to be unable to notice the changes in his body at all. He looked at her without blinking, and his other hand seriously outlined her appearance on her face.

"Xiaoxiao, my Xiaoxiao."

The little boy murmured softly. He leaned into Ling Xiaoxiao's ears and recited her name one by one, gentle and pious.

Suddenly, the clever little tongue slid out of the mouth and hooked the round earlobes, as if it were just now outlining the shape of the earlobes.

The gradually heavier breath sprayed mercilessly between Ling Xiaoxiao's neck, causing a large number of trembling.

The big hand that landed on his head slid along his face to the delicate and compact collarbone, and his fingers gradually moved downwards, and finally climbed to the mountain.

Ling Xiaoxiao has been paying attention to diet and nourishment in recent years. Although her weight has not increased, the ups and downs on her chest are different from those in her previous life. She has already had a charming curve, delicate and tender, and she can hold it in one hand.

The fingertips brushed the red stamens that had already bloomed, and Ling Xiaoxiao was at a loss and instantly buckled her hands into the little boy's waist. Her uninformed body began to slowly become sensitive during the training sessions of the little boy over the past year.

"Um~" A slight moan overflowed unconsciously from Ling Xiaoxiao's mouth, like a signal, making the little boy standing on her stiff instantly.

Ling Xiaoxiao only felt her body lightening, and she opened her eyes in confusion. She saw her handsome face that was constantly magnifying in front of her. Her lips were instantly captured. Her powerful tongue pried open her teeth that she had not gritted, and drove straight in.

The intense and domineering kiss made her lose her. Her lips and teeth opened slightly, and under Jiang Zizhuo's strength, she gave her trembling little tongue and played together.

The Creator is so magical that it makes men and women distinguish when the world first opens, and women's tenderness and softness. The toughness and strength of men are now about to be reflected in this big bed.

Jiang Zizhuo's hands were lingering in front of his chest. These were all his own parts. Except for him, no one would like to rub and rub him like this in this life. The more intense the thought became in his heart, he let go of her lips and kissed down along her neck. He gently held the trembling red stamen. The wonderful taste made him unable to control himself. His big hand slid down the waistline and reached between his legs. The strange touch made Ling Xiaoxiao, who was infatuated, subconsciously clamped his legs.

"Relax, Xiaoxiao," his strong thighs squeezed between his legs. He pulled her legs between his waist with just a few movements, and the sweat beads on Jiang Zizhuo's forehead began to roll down big drops: "Relax, I will lightly."

The voice was magical, gradually soothing Ling Xiaoxiao, who had been nervous. Jiang Zizhuo pulled her hands up and put them on his shoulders, and gradually reached under the two of them with one hand.

A numbness came from the secret place. Ling Xiaoxiao twisted her big hand that wanted to avoid the little boy's trouble, but even if she used force on her legs, she would just clamp his waist and hips tighter, which could not stop him from moving at all.

The sweat on his forehead was getting more and more. Jiang Zizhuo stopped his movements and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao, who was gradually moved by him. His face was as beautiful as a crabapple, and his cunning big eyes were looking at him in a daze.

The little boy bent down and gently printed a kiss between her forehead: "Xiaoxiao, I love you."

This was the first time Jiang Zizhuo said these three words to her solemnly. Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes were slightly wet, and her heart was incredibly soft. She opened her mouth and was about to reply to the previous sentence so seriously. Unexpectedly, a hard object was squeezed into her lower body. She was so painful that she forgot everything.

"Hiss~, you bad guy, it hurts so much." Her eyes were filled with tears. She greeted Jiang Zizhuo's chest with her fists. Didn't this bastard say that she would be gentle?!!!

Why do I still get dark and almost faint from the pain?

The warm and tight package made Jiang Zizhuo lose his mind in an instant. The wonderful and bone-eroded taste made him subconsciously squeeze in, and then squeeze. Ling Xiaoxiao was already in pain. His movement almost made her breathlessly.

This bastard! Ling Xiaoxiao wiped her tears, raised her head in anger and bit her on his chest.

But what she didn't know was that Jiang Zizhuo had just used no effort to control the beast that wanted to rush around in his body.

As soon as she moved, the stimulation in the passage became more and more obvious. The little boy's brain strings quickly broke. His eyes were the face of his lover, and under him was a warm and doting hero tomb. He lowered his head and took on the lips that he would never taste enough, and the quick rhyme moved.

There is no more tenderness and pity!

Ling Xiaoxiao was dizzy by the movements and she was so embarrassed that she tucked her nails into the boy's back.

She had imagined countless scenes, but after she was born, she realized that no matter how gentle a man was, he would turn into a wolf at this moment, and bit her nothing.

(To be continued.)

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Our little boys are not strong and do not practice martial arts. It seems that they are not realistic to "ten times a night" or "don't stop"...
Chapter completed!