"Uncle ..." Shen chengjing's eyes were misty as she looked at the man's face.
The morning sun slowly seeped in through the curtains. The man's strong body wandered around her body, and the two bodies were close together.
Spring. In the bedroom of the mo garden, the scenery of spring was endless.
Shen chengjing's delicate body was like a spirit snake, coiling around his body.
The man's strong body kissed every part of her body as if he wanted to conquer her but was also infatuated with her.
"Cheng, Cheng." Mo Yanchen kissed her wildly and his voice was hoarse.
Shen chengjing sat up. The passionate bed was filled with the scent of their bodies. When the "war" was over, mo Yancheng got up and looked at her beautiful face.
"Ring." At this moment, his phone rang. It was director Chen.
