Chapter 1960: How do you feel about your performance?

He was surrounded by bath towels, with water droplets on his muscular muscles, running down the mermaid's line, and his hair tips were slightly moist.
Because he drank the wine, Dan Feng's eyes were a little confused, and he became even deeper.
Fang Yaqing sits up, the quilt slips on her lap, so she can see at a glance that she is wearing a silk nightdress, and there is nothing in it.
Ji Shaoheng walked over to the bed and looked at her condescendingly. Her eyes were dark, her beautiful face was pale and bloodless, and her lips were chapped and red.
His squinting movement just saw her full curve, and the tempting deep gully.
I don't know if it was because of drinking alcohol, or there has been no woman for too long, and his throat rolled.
Fang Yaqing gripped the sheets beneath him, not daring to look up at her.
Ji Shaoheng pinched her jaw, raised her fingers slightly, and let her look at herself.
Fang Yaqing subconsciously wanted to open her hand, but thinking of the purpose of coming today, the hand to be raised gradually grasped.
Ji Shaoheng glanced at her curled fingers, her eyes falling on her face.
The woman's face is very delicate, her eyebrows are delicate, her eyelashes are curled and black, and her slightly white lips are blended into one face, which is very bright and beautiful.
He seemed to be looking at her face so seriously for the first time, and he looked slightly dizzy.
When he came back to God, he already pressed Fang Yaqing under him.
Although he was ready, Fang Yaqing still resisted at the moment.
Seeing Ji Shaoheng kissed her, her head slightly shifted, avoiding his lips.
Ji Shaoheng was not annoyed, but his eyes were a little deep: "Don't want to see her daughter?"
The daughter is her weakness.
Fang Yaqing closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the sadness of her eyes was gone.
She turned her head slowly and adjusted her emotions to Shao Heng's eyes last season. After adjusting her emotions, she said coldly: "Go ahead."
Ji Shaoheng noticed the tremor of her body and turned to lie flat on the bed: "Want to see your daughter depends on your performance."
Fang Yaqing's face was paler than before, and she bit her lip and stood on his chest to kiss him.
However, no matter how hard she tried, he was indifferent.
When she was about to be discouraged, Ji Shaoheng took her and turned around, and the two exchanged positions.
Ji Shaoheng kissed her fiercely, and after feeling the smell of alcohol in his mouth, Fang Yaqing couldn't help but winced.
He drank the wine and reminded her of the torture and humiliation she had suffered during those six years, so she became more afraid.
The more she was afraid, the more rude Ji Shaoheng's actions would be, without any pity for Xiangyu.
By the end of the siege, her toes curled up, biting her lips.
Feeling a smell, Ji Shaoheng stopped moving and clamped her two cheeks.
Her lips were dyed red with blood, and on her pale face, she was sedulous and strange.
Half of it has been done, and seeing her expression of bitterness and hatred, Ji Shaoheng has no interest.
He pulled up, picked up the landlord's bath towel, and walked towards the bathroom.
Fang Yaqing sat up, pulled the quilt over his body, and quickly asked, "When can I see Tongtong?"
Ji Shaoheng's pace stopped and looked back at her with a disgruntled look: "How do you feel about your performance?"
After talking, he entered the bathroom.
Fang Yaqing froze in his heart, and his eyes just now wished to strangle her, and certainly would not let her see her daughter.