Jiang Meng walked step by step, Nanxi felt that the atmosphere was not right. She remembered that she seemed to make Jiang Meng unhappy. Nanxi wanted to coax him.
Nanxi knew that Jiang Meng was very angry, so she took the initiative to test, Jiang Meng, are you... angry?
Jiang Meng put the millet porridge on the table. He walked over, leaned over and looked at her, supported her hands on the bed, and wrapped her whole body in his arms. Why didn’t he look for me when he was sick?
Nanxi knew that Jiang Meng was blaming her. She had no one cared for her since she was a child, so Nanxi got used to it.
She was not seriously ill, she could get cured by taking medicine, so she told him that there was no need. When she woke up, Jiang Meng asked her. She felt a little sour and sad. She might have been pretentious when she was sick.
Her nose was sore, and the more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. Why did he keep her cold like this?
Nanxi's tears came out, the sound was covered by the nasal sound, and the original sound was not heard. I don't want to find you, you are not mine.
Jiang Meng looked at her thin ears being rosy with heat. When his hands touched her, her body temperature was still higher than usual.
Jiang Meng touched it, kneaded it, lowered his head and bit her soft earlobe hard, biting it slightly hard, and a faint bloodshot filled his mouth.
Nanxi was a little bit of an atmosphere by his inexplicable movements. She pushed Jiang Meng away, regardless of whether the quilt could wrap her naked body.
Jiang Meng's eyes, which were already cold, are now the thin ice in March of winter. He pinched Nanxi's chin and lowered his head to bite it.
His lips sucked her thin lips strongly and said viciously, Baby, I will give you another chance, and say again, Who am I yours?
Jiang Meng's voice became a little colder, and Nanxi was even more sad. She thought Jiang Meng had changed. All of this was her illusion. Jiang Meng was still the big devil, the big devil who played with her body randomly.
I don't know. Nanxi turned his head and didn't look at him. Tears were rolling in his eyes, sucking his nose, which was extremely pitiful.
Jiang Meng didn't think about making things difficult for her, his anger faded with her crying voice.
He was possessive, not only wanted to possess Nanxi's body, but also wanted to possess her heart.
She is his own
Jiang Meng pressed her on the soft bed, his kiss fell from her slender neck, stayed on her bulging breasts, spreading her white teeth and biting her tender breasts, biting her hard
She trembled in pain, a slight pain started from the soles of her feet, and the numbness and pain filled her breasts
Jiang Meng stuck out his tongue, let out a circle, hooked her faint red bloodline into his mouth, swallowed it into his belly, his voice was cold, and he felt like a young man's paranoid, baby, who are you mine? Who are you in whose bed?
Nanxi was furiously bitten and caused a burst of cold sweat. Her hair was tied up. She pushed Jiang Meng and was kissed like this. Nanxi actually felt pleasure, and the flower hole between her legs began to become wet.
Her delicate little nose sobbed slightly, her nose wings closed, and crystal tears were stained on her thick eyelashes. She had little force and could not push Jiang Meng, so she had to cry. I am yours, on Brother Jiang Meng's bed.
Her voice became more and more pitiful, and she endured her crying slowly stopped. Jiang Meng let her go. Nanxi was afraid and expectant of Jiang Meng like this. Maybe he had been trained too much.
Jiang Meng listened to her sob and touched her trembling body, he bit the small nipples.
Her soft and tender breasts were entangled by him, and she let go of her for a moment. She kissed and sucked on the corner of her mouth rewardfully. Remember, you are my person, only I can touch you, you must learn to rely on me
Nanxi knew that Jiang Meng was very angry, so she took the initiative to test, Jiang Meng, are you... angry?
Jiang Meng put the millet porridge on the table. He walked over, leaned over and looked at her, supported her hands on the bed, and wrapped her whole body in his arms. Why didn’t he look for me when he was sick?
Nanxi knew that Jiang Meng was blaming her. She had no one cared for her since she was a child, so Nanxi got used to it.
She was not seriously ill, she could get cured by taking medicine, so she told him that there was no need. When she woke up, Jiang Meng asked her. She felt a little sour and sad. She might have been pretentious when she was sick.
Her nose was sore, and the more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. Why did he keep her cold like this?
Nanxi's tears came out, the sound was covered by the nasal sound, and the original sound was not heard. I don't want to find you, you are not mine.
Jiang Meng looked at her thin ears being rosy with heat. When his hands touched her, her body temperature was still higher than usual.
Jiang Meng touched it, kneaded it, lowered his head and bit her soft earlobe hard, biting it slightly hard, and a faint bloodshot filled his mouth.
Nanxi was a little bit of an atmosphere by his inexplicable movements. She pushed Jiang Meng away, regardless of whether the quilt could wrap her naked body.
Jiang Meng's eyes, which were already cold, are now the thin ice in March of winter. He pinched Nanxi's chin and lowered his head to bite it.
His lips sucked her thin lips strongly and said viciously, Baby, I will give you another chance, and say again, Who am I yours?
Jiang Meng's voice became a little colder, and Nanxi was even more sad. She thought Jiang Meng had changed. All of this was her illusion. Jiang Meng was still the big devil, the big devil who played with her body randomly.
I don't know. Nanxi turned his head and didn't look at him. Tears were rolling in his eyes, sucking his nose, which was extremely pitiful.
Jiang Meng didn't think about making things difficult for her, his anger faded with her crying voice.
He was possessive, not only wanted to possess Nanxi's body, but also wanted to possess her heart.
She is his own
Jiang Meng pressed her on the soft bed, his kiss fell from her slender neck, stayed on her bulging breasts, spreading her white teeth and biting her tender breasts, biting her hard
She trembled in pain, a slight pain started from the soles of her feet, and the numbness and pain filled her breasts
Jiang Meng stuck out his tongue, let out a circle, hooked her faint red bloodline into his mouth, swallowed it into his belly, his voice was cold, and he felt like a young man's paranoid, baby, who are you mine? Who are you in whose bed?
Nanxi was furiously bitten and caused a burst of cold sweat. Her hair was tied up. She pushed Jiang Meng and was kissed like this. Nanxi actually felt pleasure, and the flower hole between her legs began to become wet.
Her delicate little nose sobbed slightly, her nose wings closed, and crystal tears were stained on her thick eyelashes. She had little force and could not push Jiang Meng, so she had to cry. I am yours, on Brother Jiang Meng's bed.
Her voice became more and more pitiful, and she endured her crying slowly stopped. Jiang Meng let her go. Nanxi was afraid and expectant of Jiang Meng like this. Maybe he had been trained too much.
Jiang Meng listened to her sob and touched her trembling body, he bit the small nipples.
Her soft and tender breasts were entangled by him, and she let go of her for a moment. She kissed and sucked on the corner of her mouth rewardfully. Remember, you are my person, only I can touch you, you must learn to rely on me
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