Chapter 2040

Ouyang pressed on his body, his lips close to his.

Qiming is pressed by him and has difficulty breathing.

He put his arm around her waist and his lips moved. He saw that she didn't respond. He continued to move, kissing her, turning over, pressing on the bed and taking her to one side.

"Ouyang, are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

“……”

"Tell me if you want. Let me do it“ Qiming said, holding his hands on her side and kissing her with his head down. He invaded her wantonly, holding her pool city and attacking her directly.

"Ah." Qiming suddenly turned over and fell beside the bed, holding his body and twitching.

Ouyang was lying on the bed, her hair in disorder blocking her body. She sat up and looked at the desperate man.

"What's the matter with you?" Ouyang asked.

"Feel it. I'm so cold and my heart aches." Qiming said, holding her hand and touching his chest.

Ouyang pursed his lips and looked at him coldly.

"Now you have two choices. One is to continue to be thrown out, and the other is to lie down and sleep."

Obviously, smart as his enlightening, how can he be thrown out? In a second, he got into the quilt, reached out to lift the quilt, and said to her, "Your Highness Ouyang, please come to the table."

She looked at him deeply, and suddenly turned away, her lips trembling!

Why is this man so naive? Sometimes she can't laugh or cry, and she can't bear to drive him away.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty six." Qiming said, looking at her eyes slightly, he self Surrender: "in a few days, 27!"

Thought she saw through his fake age, feign tender, Qiming heart that uncomfortable.

"In two months."

He said, Ouyang listen, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, Qiming see, obediently into, slowly move, close to her, big palm like a thief, slowly close to her, stretch out his hand, holding her little hand on the palm, gently play.

Yeah! A woman's hands are so soft, just like her people.

Ouyang was lying on the bed and felt that he was holding her hand. It was really strange.

"Tomorrow, you will come, won't you?" Qiming asked.

She kept silent, closed her eyes, Qiming turned his head and watched her fall asleep. He reached out and touched her face. Unexpectedly, Ouyang stretched out his hand and pulled his hand.

"Don't move."

"Well." Qiming's feeling of being pulled by a woman is so sweet.

He lay on the bed, leaning on her side, trying to stretch out his arm and hold her in his arms. She didn't struggle. He was more daring and held her to sleep.

"Shit, where are the people?" When Qiming wakes up, he finds Ouyang missing.

Qiming is the voice of the special forces. He doesn't know what's going on? But today, he was sleeping until the sun was up in the air?

"Who?" At this time, someone came in to clean up and saw Qiming get up from the bed, holding a broom to him and asked, "you thief, how can you get on the bed of Ouyang agent?"

Looking at the aunt, Qiming reaches out and grabs the broom and throws it on the ground.

"What thief? I'm her man. " Qiming said it aboveboard. He didn't feel ashamed at all.

"Men?" Seeing this, the aunt pursed her mouth, picked up the broom and ran away.

Qiming took the mobile phone, put it on, got up and went out.

"Qiming?" Shen Chengjing had just finished filming. At half-time, she was not surprised to see him.

"What about Ouyang?"