The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 702 The White Moonlight of the Tyrant (66)

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  Fu Sheng kissed him, then pressed him to the bed,

  She met the man’s faintly hot and soft gaze, and couldn’t help bending her eyes.

   "Go to sleep, I have been there."

   talking,

  Fu Sheng was buried in his arms consciously.

  Fragrant, soft and fragrant, with a clear and beautiful face, which is well-behaved and milky.

  The man hugged her tightly.

  Tightly, leaving no gaps.

   Her legs are wrapped around her, almost the whole person has to hang on her.

  Fu Sheng touched his thin face distressedly, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I'll be with you."

"Um……"

  The man leaned close to her face and rubbed it happily.

  He stared at her scorchingly, as if he couldn't see enough.

  Fu Sheng was reddened by his stare, a little uncomfortable.

   "So...you look like this..."

  The man smiled dumbly, stroked her face lightly, tracing carefully.

  "..." Fu Sheng wanted to be stern, but he couldn't hold back his face, bending his eyes slightly.

   "Am I not good-looking like this?"

   "Good-looking, you are good-looking no matter what."

  The man gently touched the corners of her lips, very gentle.

  Fu Sheng couldn’t help but laugh, "Okay... go to sleep!"

   "It's useless to praise me for looking good, I must sleep."

   "Hmm..." The man still stared at her, his bloodshot eyes finally glowed.

  He didn't speak any more, but gently touched her outline, as if to imprint her in his bones.

  Fu Sheng was staring at him, his cheeks became redder, and he was inexplicably shy.

  She coughed slightly to hide her embarrassment.

   "Forget it... forget it, you don't sleep, I sleep."

  After speaking, she closed her eyes and turned her face silently.

  The sleeping hall suddenly became quiet.

  The air is still dull, the light is still dim,

  It’s just that I finally got a little more angry.

  Fu Sheng wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but as soon as he became confused and sleepy, he fell asleep unconsciously.

  She breathes well-proportioned, and her pretty face is too soft.

  The man turned her face lightly, staring at her scorchingly, like a pervert.

   "Come... finally here..."

   "My wife... is finally here..."

  The man's dry hands stroked her face, light and gentle like a porcelain doll.

  He got up slightly, pressed on the girl, kissed and kissed,

  If it were not for worrying about waking her up, he would have been unable to restrain the crazily clamoring desire in his heart.

  "Good...sleep..."

  Fu Sheng was still woken up by him, hugged him and pressed into his arms.

  "..." The man was silent.

  He was buried in her arms, staring at the snow-colored skin close at hand, his eyes burning,

  It’s a long time,

  He reluctantly suppressed himself and closed his eyes.

soon,

  In the sweet breath of the girl, the man was slightly loose, and finally fell asleep deeply.

  Before he lost consciousness, he was still holding her waist tightly, and he refused to let it go.

  ……

  ……

  The two of them slept for a whole day and night.

  Fu Sheng still has injuries on his body, which has not been completely healed, so he slept a little longer.

  When she wakes up,

  It's dawn.

  It was still silent outside, no one to bother.

  In the sleeping hall,

  The drawing paper is scattered everywhere, messy.

  Fu Sheng was held tightly by the sleeping man and couldn't walk away at all.

  She blinked, looked at the portrait on the ground, and started to cast the spell.

   Soon, the messy ground was cleaned up.

  The portrait was also neatly folded and placed aside.

  Fu Sheng is satisfied.

  She was lying on the bed, doing nothing, her body was held again, unable to move,

  (End of this chapter)