Chapter 1827

Before Feng Sujin can explore anything, Jun Mohan has turned over to press down Feng Sujin and firmly fix her in his arms.

Feng Sujin is dizzy. Before waiting for a breath, she is taken away by Jun Mohan.

"Well..."

Jun Mohan seems gentle, but he is very domineering. He has a feeling of soul seizing and soul absorbing.

He is very hard, with the wind Su Jin paste is also very tight, there is no gap.

Just skin to skin, Feng Su Jin shuddered all over.

She didn't know if it was the reason for her wine strength. She only felt that her body was particularly sensitive, sensitive and crispy.

It's empty. She doesn't know what to catch.

Jun Mohan doesn't seem to give her time to think at all, just plunder her breath, all her breath.

Jun Mo's cold hands, lips, ignited, will not stop.

Feng Sujin is completely soft, her eyelashes are quivering, with tears of excitement. She is so charming that people can't help loving her.

"Ink cold..."

"Do you want to?"

Feng Sujin has been completely blank, and the wine force seems to be pouring up. She can only open her mouth instinctively and say, "well, I want to."

She nodded hard.

Feng Sujin's ignorant appearance really delighted Jun Mohan and made him smile.

The voice is very light, low and lazy.

Feng Sujin blinked mistily and looked at Jun Mohan. She only thought that Jun Mohan was different from before.

Temperament is different.

In the past, he was gorgeous and charming. There was a kind of elegant atmosphere of relegating immortals, but there was a kind of picturesque feeling.

But at this time, Jun Mo is cold, which gives her a kind of charming feeling. She is lazy and charming, dark night and black demon, which makes people unable to parry at all.

His voice was hoarse and soft, his heart was tickling, and she wanted to get close.

"Darling, what's the matter?"

"Sample..." Feng Sujin talks about that word in Jun Mo's cold ear.

Jun Mohan lowers his head and kisses her clavicle, nibbling it, which makes Feng Sujin feel crisp and numb all over.

Breathing, Feng Sujin seems to hear a few words, "stop Yang..."

These four words are stronger than any provocation, which makes Feng Sujin's heart jump out.

Feng Sujin's green silk is on the pillow.

Jun Mohan pulls down her bathrobe to expose her snow skin directly. The scenery is fascinating.

Jun Mohan's eyes are even darker. The light is faint and dark. He wants to swallow everything.

Although Jun Mohan controlled himself, he lost control in the end.

The passion and fire he caused were too deep and thick to resist.

Jun Mo's constant madness rubs Feng Sujin into

His eyes are only his wife, he is really out of control

Feng Sujin finally collapsed. She wanted to have a rest. "Tired, want to have a rest..."

"Not enough, not enough..."

Jun Mohan is totally out of control, just like demonization. It's not what Feng Sujin says.

began to wind up the Jin Jin has the final say, the end of Jun Mo cold does not say that the end, will continue.

Feng Sujin feels that her heart is about to jump out. She breathes heavily. She has no strength to escape. Every time she wants to escape, Jun Mohan can catch her in her arms and hold her tightly.

"No, no..."

"Be obedient, we need a child..."

The child's two words were heard by Feng Sujin, so she began to cooperate with Jun Mohan.

At last, Feng Sujin passed out of sleep, and Jun Mohan looked down at her. The red light and blue light flashed through her eyes, which was really a feeling of darkness engulfing everything.

Jun Mohan looks down at his hand and rubs his eyebrows. Sometimes the strength in his body is really hard to control.