Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Obviously, this conversation is no longer necessary. Lin Shizhen rolled over and closed his eyes to sleep.

He was very tired, and his heart was tired. He was bitten by him today, and she would always take care of this account.

Fu Qinglun stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. For the first time in these years, he lost his temper. His proudest self-control was so easy to break the power in front of her. He exhausted a cigarette upset.

His own body was clear and absolutely okay. How did she know for ten minutes just now that this bad thing would seduce a man, and there was always a way for the man's time to follow her freely, and she deliberately stimulated him out.

On her wedding night three years ago, she couldn't figure out how long he played.

Damn, he felt like he was dead on her.

Blowing a cold wind, he turned back and returned to the room. The woman was asleep and her breathing became shallow.

He stood at the bed with long legs and looked at her, then lifted the quilt to bed, and slept beside her.

The woman slept on his back, and he stretched out her strong arms around her soft, thin waist and turned her over, leaving her to face him.

He looked at her little face, more glorious than three years ago, and those beautiful eyes were seeing a bit of unbelievable innocence, making him want to tear her camouflage to see her hottest side.

This bad thing is broken in the bones. Men are not her opponents.

Fu Qinglun closed her eyebrows and kissed her red lips. The touch was so good that he extended his long tongue and quietly pierced her little mouth.

In her dream, she did not resist, allowing him to win and win. Fu Qinglun, holding her little tongue, let out a buzzing sound.

At this moment Lin Shi snorted as if to wake up.

Fu Qinglun quickly let go of her, pretending to be asleep.

There was no sound in her ears, the woman did not wake up, Fu Qinglun opened her eyes again, a large palm shuttled into her hair, he half his arms raised, holding her little face to kiss, her lips let He is intoxicated.

The muscles of the body were taut, and he took her little boneless hand and dragged her to his pants ...

"Shi Shi." He whispered her name in her ear.

...

Lin Shizhen had a long and long dream. She dreamed back six years ago. She wrote back to Zijun. She said that she was called Shishi.

Shishi is her nickname, and only her mother calls her like that.

From 15 to 18 years old, Zijun accompanied her for three years of practice questions. Before him, she never thought about what kind of boys she would like. After meeting him, she thought she should like being noble like him, Mysterious, savvy, powerful boy who can match her evenly.

She knew she liked Zijun.

What Zijun meant to her, she didn't know. His letters were all exercises, and mysteriously revealed a breath of ascetic male god, maybe she was just secretly in love.

As soon as the picture in the dream turned, Zijun wrote to ask her to meet.

She wore a white shirt, a blue plaid skirt, and a few books in her arms. Her black hair was blowing in the wind, and she waited nervously for Zijun to appear.

Zijun came, and he also wore a white shirt and blue jeans. He was so tall, tall and straight, with a gentle and elegant look. He approached her and approached again, and she wanted to see him. Face.

But it was strange, she just couldn't see Zijun's face.