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.

    But she held back.

    The dishonest wrist was gripped by the second master.

    The man opened his dark eyes, full of bright cold in the moonlight.

    It''s very cold.

    "Don''t touch, sleep!"

    There was no room for the girl to resist. He held her in his arms and clasped his fingers.

    His hands seemed to be shackled, and Shen Wanqing couldn''t move.

    The room was quiet.

    Soon came the girl''s faint voice.

    "Qing Qing owes consideration..."

    The plaintive tone sounded full of remorse.

    The girl continued, "the second master didn''t marry Qingqing ten years ago. Now, after ten years, he has been pure and lustless for so long. In fact, the second master has long lost interest in this matter, hasn''t he?"

    Close your eyes and hold Shen Wanqing to sleep:

    Shen Wanqing sighed again, "forget it, I don''t dislike the second master. Anyway, Qingqing likes the second master as much."

    Second master:

    She kissed Jing Yanxiu''s lip, "good night, second master."

    When he was going to sleep like this, the man sleeping beside him suddenly opened his eyes.

    The narrow dark eyes narrowed slightly and looked very dangerous.

    "Eh, why did the second master wake up?" the girl blinked, as if surprised.

    Looking at the girl''s poor performance, Mr. Jing couldn''t help but sneer, and his eyes were a little playful.

    "Why, did I miss something wonderful?" he asked carelessly, a little lazy.

    "No," she thought, pretending to think, and then shook her head firmly.