Chapter 295 (1/2)

Cloud poetry looked at every inch of his facial features, and suddenly sincerely recognized that this man looks very good.

Sometimes, it has to be said that God is biased. He gives almost all the best things in the world to him and is not stingy.

The interpretation, wealth and inexhaustible wealth of the heaven endow him with an astonishing appearance, beautiful and perfect.

But it gave him an eccentric temperament.

Yin and Qing are uncertain, and the character is still very bad. Maybe it is the consistent style of the family's children, who always focus on themselves. He likes it, he has to get it. No, no destruction.

If he doesn't like it, he won't force himself for anyone.

But he has such capital.

Just out of God, the man's eyes on the bed suddenly open, looking at her.

The cloud poem is suddenly unable to guard ground to be stunned!

The next second, an arm forcefully over her waist, a pull to his arms, a moment of earth shaking, in an instant, has been the man's deep pressure in the body.

The double bed is not so big that it is difficult to fully accommodate a man's tall body, but its texture is very soft.

The bed is slightly sunken, and her body is sunken in. Muyazhe's heavy body leans on her, inevitably heavy through the air.

The cheeks of yunshishi were red because of his heavy body.

”Hello, muyazhe, what are you doing?”

Muyazhe lowered his head, sniffed the soft fragrance of her hair, and his deep voice breathed in her ear like blue. ”Sleep with my woman.”

”What?” She thought she had heard it wrong.

But the man kindly reminded her, ”I said, sleep on you.”

Some of Yun's poems were defeated by him. He said angrily, ”are you a stallion? Can you think of anything else in your head besides these? ”

”I'm a stallion, you're a stallion?”