MAKE ME WET AND LOVE ME MORE

Song Jiuyue didn't dare to speak. Fu Jin didn't say anything, but his fingertips were on the steering wheel. His weak voice was like a small hammer, beating song Jiuyue's heart one by one.

She is about to be tortured crazy by this feeling. Her little body is close to the door. It looks like a gecko, as Fu Yan said.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Fu Yan's eyes flashed a trace of dissatisfaction, but turned to eyebrows and eyes up, and pulled people over, strong song September's nose directly hit his chest.

Song September struggled in an instant, and his eyes were terrified.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me! Let go of me

Fu Jiao picks his eyebrows and suddenly feels funny. This man is just like a cat with deep hair. It seems that he is always on guard against him. Is it necessary? He just doesn't control his strength well.

"I beg you..."

Song Jiuyue's face is full of tears, and the memory of that day surges into her mind. This man's brutal plunder and demand is full of torture now.

Fu Yan Leng Leng, his hands were cold tears hot a shake, frown up, how can this woman be so cowardly, cowardly like a fool.

But

She's so cute.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, slowly stretched out his fingers, stroked each other's face, her skin is very good, long very water, very natural water, no makeup, pure pupil.

Fingertips in her face pause, and finally fell on her chin, deliberately frivolous touch, eyes stained with a bit of evil.

Song September's tears rolling one by one, even in the face of the Song family, she has never been so afraid, this man is too dangerous.

The corner of Fu's mouth was always slightly crooked, and her fingertips turned around her chin. Finally, she attacked her neck and slowly walked around.

Song September trembled and closed her eyes. She didn't dare to see the darkness in his eyes. The shame in her heart washed her wave by wave. She couldn't support the washing, and the tears on her face were even worse.

She's his sister-in-law. How could he

How can

Fu Yan's fingertips dyed the temperature of her body, very warm, very soft, and her eyes were even deeper. Along her collar, you can see the covered beauty.

Her white face is full of tears, fragile and helpless. Doesn't she know that the more it is, the more she can touch the devil in a man's heart.

Fu Jin laughs with evil in her eyes. She takes a picture with her mobile phone.

Because song Jiuyue closed his eyes and cried all the time. He didn't know what Fu Jin was doing. He felt that he was far away from himself, so he dared to open his closed eyes.

Fu Jin has returned to his seat, fiddling with the mobile phone, deep smile in his eyes, see song September's eyes open, light turned his head.

"The way you cry is beautiful."

Song Jiuyue pursed her lips. When she was told by the other party, her tears fell down again. Her eyes were red. She wanted to bow her head, but she was pinched by Fu Yan's fingers.

"It's more beautiful to look at it like this."

Fu Jin's eyes are ambiguous. He looks at the tears on Song September's face and laughs.

Is it so funny that women cry?

He thought so evil in his heart that he didn't drive. His head slowly came close and pecked each other's eyes. His lips were itchy with the wet eyelash brush.