Chapter 212: .Meow! Domestic violence 【7】

Dragon Tomb: Meow! Domestic violence 【7】
She wanted to smile, but her eyelids jumped suddenly, and she swallowed. "I ... I don't remember. [26nbsp;]"
Rong Feng sighed his face, looking at Su Yuwu thoughtfully, and finally sighed, his eyebrows stretched, his handsome face full of tenderness, his fingers slender and strong, slowly pulling away the broken hair, and testing the forehead temperature "There is no way to take you ... then when you are confused ... forget about it."
Su Yudan raised her head doubtfully. His expression was so sad that it was impossible to find out what happened when someone came back to her.
She was dumb and buried her head 2c "Rong Feng, I ..."
"Don't talk, little sheep." He leaned against her back, his chest undulating and breathing calmly, "rest well ..."
The wind blew past slowly, Rong Feng's body was extremely warm, his arms around him grew harder, and Su Yunu froze.
What is the situation ...
She knew very well that in his arms, what was the heat that was hidden from behind in his robe ... Rong Feng, he, he, he, he ... he was really passionate about himself? !
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...
At that moment of sparkle, many things came to mind.
‘... I love you little sheep; lest you ’re so big that no one wants it, and I ’m empty, if I can save you, we can all get together. At that time, Su Yudan smiled and didn't take it seriously. How could he be so tempted by himself that he liked it so much?
Impossible ...
Su Yudong struggled, and Rong Feng could never like himself ...! ! Just now ... just normal physiological phenomena! It must be that Brother Rong hasn't had a woman in too long, so he is hungry! (There is a girl who describes her as such 7e)
Push away.
Anger ... Can't push it, or come to pretend to faint?
Outside the tent, the night wind blew, whine and whimpered ... The wind blew on the ancient walls seemed to be endless, and it came through the outside with a sound, which was quite weird.
Rong Feng couldn't help letting Su Weinuo off, but she still held her hand in nostalgia and said with a deep throat, "Fu Daxia something is alright, but it's so tiring to stand outside."
Su Duan was shocked, was Di Lin outside?
Sure enough, the door creaked.
Xin Chang's figure was bathed in an icy breath, as if to merge with the long night.
He walked in with graceful pace, his slender and white hands gently lifted the tent, the black coat became more dazzling under the dim light, and Di Lin raised his head slowly, looking at Su Yudun, without anger.
Did he keep watching outside, Su Yuwu was a little dumbfounded. Such eyebrows, such amorous feelings make people unable to read any emotion in it.
But only Di Lin knew how he could make people aware of his existence unless he wanted to.
Su Yudan almost suffocated. She raised her head and looked into his eyes, because of her fever, there was a slight sand in her throat: "You find me ..."
Di Lin was still standing there, looking down, his eyes puzzled and puzzled.
Rong Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and took Su Wudang's wrist into his arms. The distance Su Sudang had just separated was gone, and his body was tightly held in Rong Feng's arms. He patted her Face, "Your little girl is ill, others will pay to see it."
It is estimated that she is not nearly dead, Su Yudan naturally knows her weight. Of course, it's enough to think about these things in your heart. You can't tell Rong Feng.
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