Chapter 1952: His Y prestige is deeply rooted (4)

She crawled over gently, putting her white fingers on his shoulders, closing her eyes in a daze and fear, and stamping her lips on his lips.
When the lips touched, it was a little hot, and she was so panicked that she instinctively wanted to run away.
As soon as the body moved, his big palm pressed her back waist and pressed down.
She wailed, besides her lips pressing tightly against him, there were other things she was ashamed to say.
She is eighteen, and she has something to understand, already understands, and knows men and women ignorantly.
Obviously, he is dangerous at this time.
Open your eyes and earn a little...
He stopped, but still pressed against her lips, his voice was hoarse as if he had hot sand in his mouth: "Think clearly, eh?"
She actually didn't have to think about running away, but...in the end she shrugged.
He confessed his fate and stamped his lips up again, and his small body pressed against him, and nudged it flatteringly.
This is the first time, she used her body to please him, in exchange for...
He knows her deeply, knowing that she must not do it for herself.
Because she knows things that have nothing to do with her, he has never taken it lightly. For her own affairs, she usually pretends to be dead and plays a rogue, leaving her to kiss herself like a little titted cat, without any rules.
It wasn't until the anger of the whole body was lifted that he slammed her wrist, and in the ups and downs, he had changed position.
Her ink was scattered between the pillows, her small face was tender and fresh, her eyes were fresh...
His eyes were on fire, suddenly, turning away his face, his voice was deep: "Do you know what you are doing?"
She bit her lips like bleeding, looking at him hopelessly, she didn't find her pajamas slipped under her shoulders, revealing a small piece of smooth and moving arms, and...
The young man's blood surged, turned his head for a moment, his eyes more blazing.
Her expression was innocent and she didn't notice anything.
He was very powerful in coming from, but at this time, facing such a tender little person, he could no longer help lowering his head, entwining her lips and teeth, and holding her with his big palm without hesitation. She is in pain...
She vaguely knew what he wanted to do. She was at a loss and frightened. She climbed on his shoulders, buried her face in his neck, and called out to brother...
Ye Mu Yunan regained consciousness at this time, let out a sigh of relief, holding the trembling villain in his arms.
She was probably terrified!
This was the first time that he treated her so excessively that it hurt her when rubbing, and it was also the first time he explored the privacy of women.
Between his fingers, the sweet fragrance of a young girl remained, a very secret atmosphere.
He sighed slightly and arranged her pajamas for her.
But as soon as he moved between his fingers, she snorted and hugged him tightly, together with her arms, rolling in his arms like a small beast, not allowing him to move anymore.
"Scared?" His voice was indescribably hoarse.
Xueer nodded and shook her head indiscriminately...
At this time, Jingyi is beautiful.
She finally learned of some affairs.
He dared not move any more, patted her back to coax her, and when she calmed down, he turned her small face around and looked at her with picturesque brows.
Xue'er turned her face away uncomfortably. He arbitrarily did not allow her to support herself with one hand, and gently pinch her small chin with the other, forcing her to look at her with a dull voice: "In the future, this will be a husband and wife. What happens often is something deeper than this..."
Xueer was stunned, he said... husband and wife, deeper?
So that, what is the deeper thing?