“Private haute couture is not as caring as me.”

Qin Zong's phoenix eyes were filled with a profound light, and he said this meaningfully.

Young Master Yan tried hard to keep himself smiling and prevent his goosebumps from appearing. "Yes, yes, yes, the most caring thing!"

Qin Zong suddenly sneered.

Two words were written on her extremely handsome face: Find fault.

His uncle was very dissatisfied with this answer.

Yan Tao's body stiffened for a moment, hugged the man tightly and refused to let go, and said quickly: "I'm wrong, I'm wrong!"

Young Master Yan thought afterwards: People say that it is the most difficult to endure when you die.

It's indeed good.

Qin Zong gently kissed the boy's earlobe. His ink-colored pupils, which looked like a black stone, were deep like the universe, but there was a deeper and deeper light flashing in his eyes.

"If you know you are wrong, then make a correction."

His slender fingers slid into the girl's messy clothes, and his fingertips slightly hooked, and the bonds wrapped around his chest quietly spread out.

The softness was faintly revealed.

The girl's skin is as fair as jade, and the man's fingertips seem to have the heat and heat that can burn everything.

Sweat beads faintly oozing from the tip of her nose, splashing on Qin Zong's jade-like chest, splashing and opening.

"Didn't you say you want to get to me?"

Mr. Qin spoke slowly.

His voice is low, magnetic and sexy, and there is a hint of unknown ambiguous and charming meaning.

It was itchy and fell on Yan Tao's heart.

Her thin lips curled lightly, and her narrow eyes spread beautiful spring scenery, and she kissed her deeply.

The breath entangles and merges.

Intimate, like a person.

Qin Zong held her fingertips and smiled: "Didn't you say, do you want to touch it?"

"I think..."

The man smiled on his extremely handsome face, pressed her fingers, and slowly pressed on the girl's beating heart.

His voice was hoarse and full of grace, "Your feels the best."

Yan Tao...

It's strange to touch your own breasts.

Her thin lips moved slightly, and the man pressed on her at no time.

The palm of your right hand is following the girl's skin, as if you are tasting the most delicious dessert.

Go up, go up.

The man was using all his skills to flirt with her.

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes were covered with a layer of fog at some point. Where he wandered past, it seemed as if an electric current passed by, and a numb feeling of pleasure spread throughout his body.

The girl's fair and beautiful cheeks flew over her dizzy red, and her eyes were filled with blur and charm.

She barely suppressed the crazy numbness and pleasure, and her slender and fair fingers gently stroked Qin Zong's chest and chuckled, "It seems that things that have not been used for many years should not have passed their shelf life."

Qin Zongqinghan's handsome face was close at hand, his thin lips were slightly pursed. He held her hand and attached it to her ear, "Do you know how many times I have taken a cold shower?"

37 times.

He remembers it every time.

Every time the cold cold water stirs his face, he will tell himself.

Only by eating bitterness can you taste the sweetness.

Qin Zong stepped forward slightly, and his tall and slender figure completely pressed on her.

Severe pain accompanied by joy.

Qin Zong gasped gently, "There is an old saying in China that takes advantage of small gains - suffer a big loss."

She took advantage of him.

She will always ask her to compensate herself.

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes were half-closed and she laughed for a moment.

When the monster-like face blooms, it looks like flowers blooming.
Chapter completed!