Song Mo only felt that the fragrance and warmth in his arms were like a ball of soft jade, which made his blood rush and his mind stir. He felt no pain. He instinctively turned over and pressed Dou Zhao under him.

Dou Zhao was shocked and in panic, he pressed his hands against Song Mo's chest.

The two looked at each other.

Song Mo's eyes were bright, like the cold stars in the night sky, shining with bright light.

Dou Zhao widened his eyes and looked surprised.

The silent inner room gradually sounded heavy breathing.

Song Mo's eyes were stained with a mist.

"Shou Gu!" He murmured softly and leaned over slowly.

Dou Zhao felt "danger".

But Song Mo rode a horse and rushed to the farm where Zhending lived, staring at her eyes on the wall of the farm; he was holding the inkstone and playing under the lamp, looking up and smiling, asking himself if his father would like it; he was cautious about his ginger beside the bed... She suddenly felt a mess in her heart, and there was a conflict that was about to come.

Should I push him away? Or let him do whatever he wants?

I couldn't bear to push him away.

Let him do whatever he wants, the memories of the previous life remained in her memory. rationally, she knew that she should be included in this relationship as soon as possible, but psychologically, it was still difficult for her to let go without any scruples.

In the midst of hesitation and contradiction, she bit her lip, turned her face away, and gently pushed him.

But two red clouds couldn't help but rise on her cheeks.

Dou Zhao's refusal made Song Mo feel shocked and he woke up. But her beautiful face was covered with blush, which made him immediately realize that if Dou Zhao had no intention of him, he could push him hard or glar at her... But Dou Zhao just pushed him gently and didn't turn his face.

The white and soft earlobes are round and full, tempting Song Mo's vision.

When there is no chance, you have to create opportunities, not to mention that there is such a good opportunity now...

Song Mo did not hesitate at all, and took his white earlobes in his mouth, but accidentally touched Dou Zhao's sensitivity.

Dou Zhaoru was struck by lightning and her body felt numb.

"Yantang, don't..." She turned her face away.

Song Mo obediently let go of her, but put it on her cheek, and took her lips while she was talking.

"Yantang..." Dou Zhao's scream turned into a moan.

Song Mo was like a clumsy hunter, instinctively chasing her sweetness, stirring heavily between her lips and teeth, making her almost breathless.

Stupid!

Stupid!

Dou Zhao struggled under him with a sob in his heart.

His tongue was clever and powerful, and she couldn't even bite him.

You won't be suffocating to death, right?

The thought flashed, but Song Mo retreated.

She gasped.

Song Mo also gasped heavily, but his eyes were unpredictable and fell on her violently undulating chest.

"Shou Gu!" Before she could recover, he had leaned over again, holding her flexible waist with his left hand, and hugging her tightly under him. The tip of his tongue flexibly penetrated her lips, sucking and kissing, but his right hand quietly reached into her clothes, groping and holding her **, and his fingers began to twitch and touch the strings, squiggly and touched her brain on her chest, and a hard thing between his thighs was even more painful to push her.

Song Mo's passion seemed to burn in an instant.

Dou Zhao's whole body trembled.

If she didn't stop, she knew exactly what would happen next.

But if she stopped her, she would be as arrogant as Song Mo, what would happen next?

Should we escape in panic? Or should we let him go calmly and rest without hesitation for the sake of face?

She is his wife, and he has the right to get her, but he has become embarrassed by respecting her wishes.

Whether it is the former or the latter, Dou Zhao feels distressed when he thinks about it.

If he had known this, he would have refused clearly when he pressed himself under him.

Dou Zhao regretted deeply.

But it's too late to refuse now.

As if she felt her hesitation, Song Mo's arms that were holding her waist tightened, and the tip of her tongue lingering between her lips and teeth became more unrestrained, and the hands holding her were starting to knead them lightly or severely.

The intense numbness surged from the depths of her body to her limbs and bones.

This familiar and unfamiliar feeling scared her.

Familiarity is that she has experienced this passion for a brief period; strangeness is that this feeling is too far away from her, so far away that she is almost about to forget.

"Song Yantang!" Dou Zhao's voice overflowed from Song Mo's lips, looking a little fragmented, and even more revealing the panic that cannot be misunderstood.

Song Mo suddenly let go of her and stared at her eyes steadily, as if he wanted to see her body and mind clearly through her eyes.

Dou Zhao was very uneasy.

I feel that nothing I say is suitable.

But it doesn't seem appropriate to say nothing.

How did things come to this point?

Song Mo was just a teenager who didn't know anything about him.

After all, it's all my fault.

Dou Zhao felt a little annoyed again.

Song Mo suddenly smiled.

A smile rippled in the shallow eyes, and even the slightly raised lips became charming.

Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo began to take off his clothes.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

His figure is extremely uniform, and the lines around his waist are extremely graceful. He looks thin but not exposed. His skin is like jade, with a faint luster in the hazy tent.

Song Mo laughed: "Shou Gu, Shou Gu, why are you so interesting!"

He leaned over and kissed her eyelids, very intimate.

Dou Zhaoxin was pounding and her face turned red: "No...I..." But she was so frustrated that she couldn't speak.

No matter how much I defend myself, I cannot deny the fact that I have been staring at Song Mo's naked body just now.

"Shou Gu!" Song Mo smiled and called her, "I like Shou Gu to look at me like this." He said softly, joy overflowing from the corners of his eyes, giving him a sense of heat that makes people blush and heartbeat.

It's so embarrassing!

Dou Zhao's face was hot.

Song Mo held her face and gently kissed her forehead, long eyebrows, corners of her eyes, and red lips... as if she was a rare treasure, and she was held in the palm of her hand by him, and was cherished and cared for.

Dou Zhao's chest was soaring.

But Song Mo became more intense.

He kissed Dou Zhao hard, his tongue chewing unscrupulously between her lips, stirring wildly, as if he was about to swallow her, making Dou Zhao feel breathless and twisting under him.

The lapels of the clothes are spread out and the clothes are stripped one by one.

When Dou Zhao discovered it, she was wearing only a pair of underwear, and her delicate thighs stood proudly in Song Mo's eyes like a bit green peach.

This bastard... he actually learned his own lesson...

For some reason, Dou Zhao wanted to laugh.

A strange light flashed in Song Mo's black pupils. He buried his head and swallowed the buds that looked like flowers, sucking them freely and biting them.

Dou Zhao took a breath of air conditioning.

But a numb pleasure came from the **, making her whole body burn. Even the pain caused by occasional excessive force turned into a hint of sweetness, making her tremble.

Dou Zhao was shocked.

She wasn't like this before.

She hates everything rude and thinks it is a manifestation of disrespect for her.

But now, when the same thing is on Song Mo, she feels sweet.

"Song Yantang! Song Yantang..." Dou Zhao shouted Song Mo in panic.

Song Mo raised his head.

There was a ball of fire jumping in my black eyes.

However, her rose-like buds showed a delicate luster because of Song Mo's licking and biting.
To be continued...