"Cheng, are you sure you want to do this?" Mo Yancheng said as his large palm slowly slipped into her clothes. It was as if he was very familiar with touching his own body.
"I'm not raising you. "
"Then I'll take advantage of the rich woman in my arms and take more advantage of her. Otherwise, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to get anything in the future." He said. He rolled forward and lowered his head to kiss her.
"I'm so tired," Shen chengjing murmured softly. He pressed her under him and conquered her with the most difficult posture.
"Cheng." After the man was full, he called out to her in a hoarse voice.
When she heard his name, she was so embarrassed that she burrowed into the blanket. She looked at the man's mermaid line and stretched out her fingers to gently draw it.
"Hiss." Mo Yanchen groaned in pain.
He reached under the blanket and held her hand."Cheng, you're playing with fire."
