The face was buried in the girl's delicate shoulders.

Si Yu's thin lips rubbed against her white collarbone and bitten it.

"Um..." In an instant, a current seemed to spread from the tailbone. Song Zhao's eyebrows were in a hurry and his eyes were trembling slightly.

She felt one of Si Yu's hand slowly move to her back and hold it hard.

The sharp teeth poked out and pressed against her collarbone.

Grind and bite a little bit.

Song Zhao's whole body was tense, like a straightened bowstring, and couldn't help but groan.

The voice was unbearable and delicate, and Si Yu's eyes turned red.

His eyes were sunk, and his black eyes were almost occupied by lust. He forced himself to calm down and restrain the unknown thoughts deep in his soul.

"Speak, ask me to be gentle." He pinched the soft flesh on her waist vigorously.

As if she had turned on the switch on Song Zhao's body, her hands were holding his clothes, her cheeks were flushed, and she whispered in shame, "Langjun... be gentler."

She just looked at him shyly,

The girl's lips were full and blushed, her snow-white teeth were trapped in it, and her big eyes were looking at it with watery eyes, which could have killed Si Yu.

The man almost went crazy.

The fragrance on the girl's body fascinated him, and every breath stimulated every inch of his veins.

I wanted to kiss her hard, pull off all her restraints and play with her.

His little lady has grown up.

Song Zhao regretted it after he shouted.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth, unable to believe that I would make such a shameful sound.

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Si Yu was amused by her cute look, and a low laugh came out from his throat. He then kissed the back of the heroine's hand, which touched the part below her waist through the bedding, "Be good, here~ open."

Song Zhao was ashamed and angry. She was almost invisible under the bedding.

Subconsciously, my legs stomped in the bedding and suddenly hit something.

When I touched the bed, it turned out to be a chain.

Si Yu raised his eyes.

There was a figure in the window paper opposite.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Song Zhao's white ankle and put a chain on her.

The golden chains buckled against her ankles, against her white and tender skin, and the collision between evil and pure made people dry.

And she is so innocent, so pure, so petite.

It was the canary he locked in a cage for him to play with.

"Little lady, cooperate and climb up by yourself." Si Yu knelt between the chains of her legs, biting her collarbone and whispered.

It was a last resort.

Song Zhao was ashamed, hugged his neck, and crossed his thin legs around his waist and abdomen.

The chains hanging on the ankle shaking as they move.

The bed tent fell down.

Completely cover the situation inside.

Outside the window, there are small holes.

I could see a fair hand poking out of the bed tent, grabbing the hanging tent with force, and then I was shaking down by some bumpy force.

A piece of the girl's calf was also exposed from under the vibrating bedding, and her snow-white toes were curled up and shaking violently.

The chains are like the slapped rain on the coast. The sound is sometimes slow and long, sometimes quick and sometimes rapid and sometimes rapid.

The second half of the night.

The bed tent was quiet.

There was a sound of too emotional and violent panting melting into the air.

Song Zhao curled up in the mattress with pink all over, sweating on his cheeks, and the pink and transparent ones were very cute.

She was still wearing Si Yu.
Chapter completed!