Chapter 690: treatment

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
Luo Qingyu, you cry!
Feng Xiaoxun, you are not crying because you are so perverted, and now you are crying after being hot?
It's so bearish ...
She wanted to smile as usual, pretending not to care.
But she just looked up, and her smile was not hanging on her mouth, and her chin was held up by him. He sighed softly: "It's an uneasy little idiot. If you don't have a moment, you will be in trouble ..."
As soon as Luo Qingyu's heart jumped, she turned her head and tried to avoid it.
But he clamped her chin, leaving her nowhere to run.
She raised her eyes passively, facing his deep sea-like eyes, which reflected her reflection clearly. There was petting and helplessness in his eyes ...
Luo Qingyu looked at those deep eyes, and for a moment his heart beat like a thunder, and his mind was blank.
A blink of an eye, a tear dripping down the corner of the eye ...
His head bowed, and his lips covered her lips ...
God, her mouth hurts. He still wants to kiss her? !!
Luo Qingyu struggled, opened his eyes wide, and tried to push him away.
He hugged her waist tightly, while holding the back of her head with another hand, she couldn't avoid it: "Good, let the teacher heal you ..."
He whispered in her little mouth, the tip of his tongue first brushing her lips.
Then pry open her lips and teeth firmly, pinch into her little mouth, sweep in her mouth, and not miss any place ...
Strange to say, originally, her mouth was hot, and there was a blister on the tip of her tongue, but the place where his tongue passed was cool and the pain disappeared ...
This is really a special treatment-
As the pain disappeared, the tide in her body seemed to be ignited again, and she could not help breathing quickly.
Di Shiyin embraced her soft body, and last night's lingering moment flashed in her mind, and she was craving big.
The original healing kiss turned into a deep kiss.
"Master ... Master ..." Luo Qingyu took a sigh of cold air and screamed.
But his lips were still close to her lips, so she also called faintly ...
"Be good, call your husband." Emperor Shiyin was clearly interested, and said such a word, and his lips wrapped around her fiercely.
Arms closed, making her fit tighter with him-
Luo Qingyu's eyes fell, his body fell down, and he was put on the bed again--
"No ... don't ..." Luo Qingyu panicked, and last night with him to understand the poison of sexual desire, now--
"Qing Yu, obediently, give me one more time ..."
Di Shiyin's voice was dull, and the tender body in his arms made him passionate.
And she is his wife, naturally she is justified and she wants to be overthrown ...