However, as soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, the man suddenly hugged her waist, and paused suddenly under her hands and pressed her whole body into her arms. Feng Ling lowered his low words, "What are you doing..." Before he finished speaking, the man kissed her hotly.

Li Nanheng put one hand around her waist and held her jaw with the other hand, forcing her to raise her head and accept his surging kiss.

Feng Ling's lips were slightly open because the short half of the sentence just now had not finished speaking, which made him easily pry open her teeth, wrap her tongue around her, and pressed against the root of her tongue, suck and kiss hard, as if he wanted to swallow her completely into her abdomen.

Feng Ling said "hmm" anxiously, and his instinctive reaction was to quickly turn off the ironing machine, otherwise his shirt would definitely be burned.

The man seemed to understand her main intention in an instant, and he still circled her with one hand tightly, and reached out with the other hand, pressed the switch below the ironing machine, and held her tightly while cutting off the power supply.

Li Nanheng's domineering kiss almost swept all her unconscious emotions, and the aura filled her mouth with a strong and powerful atmosphere, making her whole body feel in an instinctive trembling. All the strength seemed to be taken away by this man in an instant. Feng Ling's legs became softer, because the man's kiss became deeper and deeper, which made her inexplicably remember the scenes when she lived in the jungle before. Every night when she wanted to have a good sleep, she would kiss her whole body so soft that she had to go to the clouds and rain with him.

It is precisely because of those memories that Feng Ling was even more instinctively soft because of the past reminiscence and the familiarity that had entered her bones. Because he kissed too fiercely and harshly, his heavy breathing brushed on her facial features, making her eyes unknowingly burst into her eyes.

More importantly, the man hugged her and turned around and sat on the fabric sofa beside him. She was forcibly pressed on his legs and was pressed hard by the man in his arms. There was almost no gap between the two of them, and they were tightly pressed against each other.

Feng Ling pressed his hands against the man's hard chest, and he could only hear his low breath and the ambiguous sound of his lips and tongues connecting. Even the whimpering sound of her resistance when she was kissed was completely blocked by him.

Li Nanheng's scorching palm was imprinted on her waist, and he seemed to be still dissatisfied. His hands were wandering heavily on her body. Feng Ling was forced to erect her body to meet him and welcome another hot kiss.

After a long time, Li Nanheng finally let her be ravaged. He gasped, and his deep and dark eyes still fell on her face.

Feng Ling finally had a good breath at this time. She had to admit that her whole body was soft and her cheeks were red. Her eyes, which were clearly black and white, seemed to have been washed several times, hazy and watery. What's more, her eyes were still a little straight, as if she was just ironing her clothes just now, why was she suddenly brought over and kissed for so long? It seemed that her soul had left her body. She felt even more dazed as if she had returned to the jungle. She was busy with the things in the cabin all day long, busy with food, clothing and expenses, and was picked up by this man at any time and kissed her.

Seeing that she hadn't come back to her senses for a long time, Li Nanheng held her face in his hand, rolled his Adam's apple, and once again put his lips in his mouth.

"Um..." Feng Ling suddenly came to his senses, and quickly pressed his hands against his chest and refused to approach him again. His voice was a little broken by the kiss: "Li Nanheng, you... Um..."

She really couldn't bear it if she kissed her anymore.

Li Nanheng has always been very aggressive, but he has always restrained all his aggressiveness in front of her, and has weakened his own instinct of being strong and domineering. But now this man who no longer suppresses everything makes her almost unable to resist. Ten months ago, she never expected that he would be in the car...

Now she knows that this man can really do anything when he is not restrained.

The red light in her inner defense line was lit, warning her that the man would throw her on the bed at any time, even if his arm was injured, he could still press her here to do whatever he wanted.

He used to be too polite to her, but now Li Nanheng is often too rude to her.

Because of her struggle, Li Nanheng just paused a little and pressed her hands, continued to kiss without allowing her to refuse, bit her lips, and kissed her in her head drowsy. The awake wall seemed to have been shattered.

no.

She just came over to see the situation because of his arm injury. It was not like Qin Shuke said. Instead of smiling at those difficult-to-serve partners all day long, she would be better at Li Nanheng.

She came over to see her hurt, but she didn't want to offer herself or make a deal with herself.

But what is this now?

Why was he suddenly kissed again?

She just ironed her clothes!

Feng Ling had no way to keep his mind clear and rational thinking, and it was very confusing. When he finally let go of her a little, the woman in her arms was stunned. She had not recovered for a long time. She was still in a state of drinking, but she looked like she was drunk and her cheeks were red.

"Don't like it?" He bit her earlobe, his voice was low and hoarse, and his sexual feeling was extremely sexy.

Feng Ling was about to speak, but the man smiled softly and his smile was hoarse: "Why don't you stop talking? I had to help me iron my clothes like a little wife, which made me unable to help. At this moment, I forced myself to control myself and didn't pull you on the bed, but just sat on the sofa and kissed you for a while. What kind of eyes did you look like I was bullying you. How could I coax you like this? "

While speaking, he pressed her tighter in his arms, allowing her to feel his urgency somewhere.

Feng Ling immediately stiffened his whole body and was about to stand up quickly. The man looked at her familiar with all his physical changes but didn't want to feel it. Then he watched her being ravaged to the point of her swollen lips and somewhat messy hair, and couldn't help but smile softly.

He stroked his hand on her cheek and his burning breath brushed on her face: "With this kind of patience to help me iron my clothes, why can't I share some patience and feel my heart for you? How long do you want to be cold for me?"

Feng Ling quickly got up, half of his feet got up, and was pulled back into his arms by the man. This time, he didn't sit up directly, but he lay down in his arms.
Chapter completed!