He Is Warmer Than Time

At the entrance of Sinan Mansion, stars were scattered in the courtyard, and the two of them held hands and hurriedly walked into the bungalow.

Uncle Six watched them enter the house, started the car, and left slowly.

Tang Ji'an was expressionless, pulling Mu Mian's hand straight upstairs, Mu Mian jumping with his heart pounding.

As soon as she entered the room, she pressed the man to the door.

Second Young Master Tang raised his eyebrows to look at her, is his identity reversed?

Mu Mian grabbed his shoulders, stood on his toes, and covered his lips. His lips were thin and tasted good. The faint smell of tobacco filled her mouth, making her feel dazzled.

Tang Ji'an gave her the initiative, but he wanted to see what this girl would do next.

He was too tall, and she was tired on tiptoe, reaching out and pushing his chest.

He put his arms around her waist and kissed all the way back to the bed.

Mu Mian pushed him into the big bed, and there was a nightingale singing outside the window. It might be that the night was too beautiful, making her a little bit drunk.

She pushed him into the big bed, and then... actually sat on his waist.

Tang Ji'an was like a noble prince from a family. He was so fascinated by some wild fox and Zen female fairy that she lost her mind and let her take control.

She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, all manners, justice, and shame were thrown behind her.

The white shirt reflected the charming light and shadow under the dim light. She was a little anxious, unbuttoning his buttons one by one, revealing his strong chest...

Mu Mian suddenly woke up, God, what is she doing? She didn't drink, why did she seem to be drunk crazy? Why did she act out of control.

She woke up and withdrew her hand.

The man under him grabbed her wrist, and his voice was lazy and careless: "Why don't you continue?"

Mu Mian's face blushed, "Then... that... I might have been **** by some female demon just now, I... I'm not such a person."

Tang Ji'an rolled over and pressed her under him, his eyes sinking: "Then let me continue, eh?"

Mu Mian Kou Ning: "Continue what?"

He bowed his head, kissed her neck, and put his slender fingers into the hem of her skirt...

Not only blushing, but Mu Mian's whole body was completely red, like a freshly cooked prawn, tender and tender.

The night wind was heavy, and there was an ambiguous breath in the bedroom.

Mu Mian groaned endlessly today, and the man's low voice rang in her ears: "When the day is really done, what do you call it?"

Mu Mian climbed on his shoulders, his voice soaked with water vapor: "I think this is almost the same as doing it."

The man restrained his voice: "By that day, you will find that it's a long way off."

Mu Mian became softer: "You are not like you like this."

Tang Ji'an on the bed and Tang Ji'an, who is gentle and abstinent during the day, are simply different.

The man chuckled: "I just put on a mask during the day. I am the real me now. Only you can see this side of me."

His big hand was still walking, and there was a burst of electricity wherever he passed, Mu Mian bit his lower lip, restrained himself, and made no sound.

He bit her ear lightly, breathing disorderly: "It doesn't matter, you can make a sound."

She gasped: "You will laugh at me."

"No, I love to listen, I will love you more."

On this day, Mu Mian felt the hugeness of Tang Ji'an, and even faintly afraid, so big, entering her body, wouldn't it be painful to die?

When that day comes, Second Young Master Tang will not let her have a chance to escape.