Getting Married One Night

The room still has the breath after the original desire is vented. The thick bed curtain can not cast a ray of light, and the shadow of Gong Shen is vividly illuminated under the ambiguous light.

Wen Nanzhi raised his eyelids slightly and watched the people on the bed get up. He was so frightened that he immediately put his eyes on the floor on his toes.

Gong Shen got up without concealing his strong physique. He grabbed a nightgown and put it on his shoulder. He didn't even wear his sleeves.

"Get over here."

The voice full of angry orders fell, and then there was a click. There was a cigarette between Gong Shen's fingers. The cigarette butts swayed up and down, and vomited a layer of cloud in front of Wen Nanzhi.

Wen Nanzhi choked and wanted to cough, but in front of the beast, she could only hold back all her discomfort except trembling.

She hesitated and followed Gong Shen's footsteps. The unbearable pictures in her mind tortured all her senses. The discomfort of her lower body became more and more obvious. She shook her body and slightly raised her cheeks paler than usual.

The bathroom of the room is very large. The imperial Jacuzzi is across the window, and the water inside is boiling hot.

When Gong Shen bowed her head, she had put aside the Nightgown that couldn't fall off and stepped on the steps to lie directly into the bathtub. The original wide bathtub was instantly filled with his slender and tall body.

Hot water covered every muscle texture on Gong Shen's body. It was as bright as a layer of oil. The momentum was terrible.

Wen Nanzhi stood aside, his head was so low that his back neck was stretched straight, his breathing pressure was very low, and he was deeply afraid of provoking Gong Shen.

The man in front of her is like a devil, uncertain, dark and dangerous, but he has a sexy and evil face.

The devil's eyes swept through the cherry tree outside the window, pressed a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly glanced at Wennan orange.

"Serve me."

Three words run through the body of Wennan orange like a sharp blade.

But when she thought that her mother's life was still in the hands of Wen Xiang and Qian Huiru, she could only walk to the bathtub and squat down.

But she didn't know what to do. She could only look up at Gong Shen, but she looked up at his gloomy eyes. He grabbed her wrist before she could retract her raised hand.

Gong Shen hardly exerted any force, so he pulled her into the bathtub.

Wen Nanzhi struggled to get up, but Gong Shen strongly pressed her legs, close to the hot source, she began to tremble again, and the surrounding water rippled with her body.

As soon as Gong Shen exerted himself, he tore the old plaid shirt on Wen Nanzhi. The button spun on the water and sank. Wen Nanzhi hugged his upper body.

Gong Shen's eyes could not help deepening. He remembered Xiao Lan's performance in bed just now. He was enthusiastic and unrestrained, and even enough dissolute cooperation, but he felt... Not enough.

Wen Nan Zhi is not as beautiful as Xiao Lan, nor is she as plump as Xiao Lan. She is the whitest woman Gong Shen has ever seen. Because her skin is white, other colors on her body are particularly obvious. Even if she rubs her belly a little hard, the red seal is like a beautiful flower, which urges people to pick it.

Besides the red marks that Wen Xiang beat with a chicken feather duster, Wen Nanzhi has left the most marks, like cinnabar dotted on white porcelain.

Gong Shen raised Wen Nanzhi's white cheek, and his eyes were black and white, but he was in an abnormal panic. This was the look he wanted to see. When the Wen family saw him, they should be afraid.

Because the skin is white, the lip color is ruddy, and because the skin is white, the eyes are up and down, the whips are black and the roots are clear. They are more delicate and touching than others.

If Wen Nanzhi is not from the Wen family, maybe he will be gentle to her, but she is!

Thinking, Gong Shen's finger, which is sharper than a woman, has left a red handprint on Wen Nan Zhi's chest.

Wen Nanzhi sobbed with pain, grabbed his other hand down and shook his head, "pain, really pain."

Gong Shen smiled, and a fatal smile flowed from the corners of his eyes, "it's right to hurt."

Gong Shen turns over and puts Wennan trifoliate beside the bathtub. His physical impulse can't wait for him to completely strip Wennan trifoliate. He instinctively finds an outlet to vent.

The collision of the body, the splashing of water, and the sprinkling of water in the bathroom are everywhere, with intertwined gasps one after another.

At the moment, a pair of high-heeled shoes outside the room stamped the ground slightly, and the resentful face stared at the pair of people inside.

Wen Nanzhi, who had a high fever, suffered multiple ravages. After the end, he was still kneeling by the bathtub and continued to serve him.

Wen Nanzhi was holding a towel in her hand. Her clothes couldn't be buttoned. She could only close close to her wet body. The drops of water on her short hair ran across her back with coolness along the back neck.

Even so, she still bit the broken lip and endured the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

"Use some force!" Gong Shen said angrily, putting one hand on the edge at will, and his muscles tightened with his anger.

Wen Nanzhi strongly supported his will and wiped his shoulder.

Gong Shen moved slightly, revealing the tattoo on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Wen Nanzhi was frightened all over. The eagle eyes on the tattoo seemed to be alive. He stared at her like a humble prey, and his eyes were dark and cold.

It looks like the palace in front of you.