Chapter 1750 (1/2)

When Shen Wanqing was thinking about heaven and earth and his thoughts floated to outer space to silently accept this cognition, suddenly the quilt was lifted and covered her.

Shen Wanqing: ”??”

The second master lay calmly and coolly on her side, his arm gently around her waist, ”sleep.”

He touched Shen Wanqing's head.

Then he closed his eyes.

How could this innocent look have the ferocity of just pressing her on the bed and tearing her clothes?

His lips still have a watery luster. His thin lips look a little swollen. The corners of his lips are also bitten. It is estimated that he just kissed too selfless. She accidentally bit them.

The snow-white Western-style shirt is worn on the body like a piece of rotten cloth.

The straight and slender clavicle is reddish, and there is a slight bite mark on it, emitting an ambiguous smell.

These traces obviously tell Shen Wanqing that what just happened is not her dream.

Since I'm not dreaming, why did I stop?

Don't you feel bad if you don't shoot on the string?

Is it difficult to give the second master to a monk who is in a low mood in ten years?

Don't say, the look of desolation after being ravaged is too abstinence.

If the western style shirt on your body is changed into a military uniform, it is messy

Cough... Eighteen prohibitions, stop.

Shen Wanqing is a little impatient. He has stripped his clothes and is very hot. As a result, you won't continue. The waiter outside is not so provocative!

She leaned over, her soft body close to Jing Yanxiu's chest.

”Second master ~”

She blew a breath in his ear and put her little snow-white hand into the quilt.

The buttons of the shirt had long been untied, and the snow-white and smooth chest was open under the quilt.

Shen Wanqing easily touched his long coveted abdominal muscle and just wanted to kiss it now.