Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Although there are some astringent, but like a fairy, Nan Ronghuai's feelings of safety have emerged.

There was a burst of blood rushing into the brain.

Nan Rong Huai'an's hand was on Feng Sufei's waist. He couldn't help pressing her to stick to her, making her stick with him with almost no gap.

In fact, Feng Sufei was a little breathless for such an intimate move. When she sat like this, she could feel the emotion of Nan Rong Huaian.

She felt she had softened into water.

Feng Sufei kissed Nanrong Huai'an and hummed, her eyes were full of water.

Looking at this kind of Feng Sufei, Nan Rong Huai'an couldn't help it. His throat rolled fiercely, and he had to eat Feng Sufei and dismantle it severely.

When he looked at Feng Sufei, the light in his eyes seemed to express this meaning.

Feng Sufei was watched by Nan Rong Huai An. She felt like she had no energy. She wanted to flinch, but she wanted to ...

She also thought ...

She could only continue to kiss and ignite ...

Nan Rong Huaian couldn't help but bowed his head in response to Feng Sufei's kiss.

Feng Sufei said, "Don't, I ... I said, I'll take the initiative ... Don't move ..."

Nan Rong Huai'an was tortured by Feng Sufei like this, but he was also enjoying it, enjoying her initiative to kiss her, so that he could feel her inner feelings.

He could also see that this time she had used everything she would know.

He actually wanted to laugh a little, but his heart was tender and loving.

He all wanted to wind Feng Sufei into his heart, put it on his apex, and pet the one he loved.

At this time Nanrong Huaian was such a feeling.

With a strong expression in his eyes, he looked at Feng Sufei in a pampered way: "Well, you take the initiative, I don't move ..."

Although Nan Rong Huai'an couldn't move, the beating of his body was still obvious, especially the beating of his heart. Feng Sufei felt very clear.

Feng Sufei reached out to unbutton the clothes of Nanrong Huaian.

Her hands were trembling, and her hands were shaking, but she couldn't undo the buttons.

She pulled it in anxiety. When she looked at Nan Rong Huai An before unbuttoning her button, she felt his slender fingers move, and the button was unbuttoned.

Why is she unbuttoning it so slowly?

Feng Sufei was anxious. In fact, her whole body was about to explode like a fire. She was still very anxious.

"Hum ..."

Listening to Feng Sufei's crying, Nan Rong Huai'an reached out her hand, took her hand, held her hand, and untied his own button.

Nan Rong Huai An held back, his throat rolled, and his forehead was sweating.

When really frank and relative, Nan Rong Huai An directly entered the theme ...

Feng Sufei bit her finger and was crying.

Nan Rong Huai'an forbeared for a long time, at this time he no longer controlled the forbearance, and deeply loved Feng Sufei.

He kept husky shouting, "Fei Fei, my baby, Su Fei ... obedient ..."

Feng Sufei cried and called Nan Rong Huaian's name, "Huai'an ... Huai'an ..."

She could only cling tightly to Nanrong Huaian and grasp Nanrong Huaian.

Nan Rong Huaian really couldn't rub her into her body, leaving her with nothing left.

This is the one he loves, he can't rub it into his body and put it on the apex of his heart.

Listening to her voice, he was going to explode.