Chapter 42 [Bloody Hands to Destroy Flowers]

A similar situation occurred between him and Wu Qingyang last time, but that time it was very appropriate. The two of them had a little normal mutual attraction between men and women under their own confusion. But this time, the situation was obviously different. Regardless of whether Wu Qingyang was willing or not, she was always in a state of loss of mind!

Feeling a wave of softness coming from the palm of his hand, and the heat flow that seemed to rush into Ai Yige's heart, Ai Yige struggled extremely. He wanted to pounce on him and take this seductive body for himself, but he knew that such behavior was nothing more than a beast. Unconsciously, Ai Yige was deeply trapped in the legendary dilemma of being worse than a beast.

As a man with both physiological and psychological normality, and I have really not done ooxx for a long time, you can imagine how much suffering Ai Yige feels in his heart at this moment.

Ai Yige clearly felt his breathing heavier, and the heavy breath sprayed on Wu Qingyang's face, causing Wu Qingyang to fall a little more. His body, which was originally just squirming, began to fluctuate more violently at this moment.

Perhaps because of the ups and downs of his body, Ai Yige's eyes slowly flew over Wu Qingyang's towering chest and gradually moved downward. The abdomen covered by the gray profession suit was not good. Although Wu Qingyang's strong ups and downs were outlined at this moment, it was obvious that the scenery down was better.

Ai Yige felt his breathing getting deeper and heavier, and his throat was a little dry and hard. He couldn't help swallowing. His saliva made a clear swallowing sound in his throat, which seemed particularly harsh in the quiet private room.

Wu Qingyang seemed to hear the saliva from Ai Yige, his neck was slightly raised, bringing out a perfect arc behind his ears, and his snow-white skin seemed to have supreme magic, which prompted Ai Yige to be ready to move with every move of Wu Qingyang.

"Water...I want to drink water..." Wu Qingyang said vaguely. But even though that was the case, the state she showed was definitely not about drinking water. Wu Qingyang pouted his lips, and his tongue tip was slightly spitting out, sweeping across the outside of his lips from time to time, obviously craving for another mouth, not really needing water.

Ai Yige seemed to be shaken by the slight sound, and hurriedly retracted his hand from Wu Qingyang's arms. Even so, Wu Qingyang still grabbed Ai Yige's big hand tightly, as if he would immediately lose control if he lost the comfort of his palm.

Finally, he shrank his hand back. Ai Yige picked up the mineral water on the bedside table, and there was still a little left. He hurriedly approached Wu Qingyang's mouth and slowly poured downwards.

For a moment, Ai Yige was stunned. Wu Qingyang's legs kept opening and closing. The mystery at the end of his thighs had already made Ai Yige unable to stop, and his eyes seemed to stick to it. Even though he kept reminding himself not to look anymore, something happened sooner or later, but his eyes were no longer subject to rational commands and just wanted to see the boundless wind and moon. Another voice echoed in Ai Yige's heart: I did nothing, can I see if it's not okay?

Oh, my God, can't this be done?
Chapter completed!