Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife (The Empire’s Mr. Jun Is Playing The Villain Again) - Chapter 3045

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Nan Rong Huaian felt that the whole person was about to explode, and the whole body’s blood was roaring.

Today Su Fei is very beautiful, and also makes him excited. Seeing her today, he is already drunk.

Tolerance is now extreme.

Nan Rong Huai’an held Feng Sufei into the dormitory, closed the door, and then held Feng Sufei on the bed.

Immediately after, he didn’t give Feng Sufei time to react, and the dense kiss fell like this.

Nan Rong Huai An held Feng Sufei’s hand and kissed her deeply. He kissed very hard. At the beginning, it was like a storm, Feng Sufei couldn’t help it. Feng Sufei soon panted.

In fact, when Nan Rong Huaian looked at her with such hot eyes, she was emotional.

Feng Sufei was panting, shouting Nan Rong Huaian’s name, “Huai’an, Huaian …”

Nan Rong Huai’an kissed her cells as if clamoring.

The corners of her excited eyes brought light.

Nan Rong Huaian knew that Feng Sufei was emotional, but he still had to prepare her, otherwise he would hurt her, because he could feel what he was shouting at this moment,

Nan Rong Huai An held back the surging sea of ​​magic in her body and kissed Feng Sufei deeply, from her eyebrows, lips, neck …

She wore an off-the-shoulder gown, and her skin was as porcelain as jade under the light.

Nan Rong Huai An lowered her head and kissed her skin, her fingers were Capricorn …

Feng Sufei shivered a lot, “Huai’an …”

When she called Nan Rong Huaian’s name at this time, she was soft and tender, with hunger.

There was water in his eyes, and his toes were curled up.

“Good, my Fifi …”

When Nan Rong Huaian spoke, his throat rolled with a husky breath.

His voice was low and hoarse, and it was particularly thrilling.

Feng Sufei’s body was shaking.

Alas, she fell into the magical sea he gave, like the waves beating her.

I do not know when Feng Sufei heard the tearing, and then her dress was directly torn by Nan Rong Huai An. She wanted to say that there was a zipper.

But Nan Rong Huai’an could hardly restrain himself any longer.

Her nails were almost clasped on the back of Nan Rong Huaian.

She could only call the name of Nan Rong Huai An delicately and weakly, “Huai’an, Huaian …”

“Good, I’m here, I love you …”

After a passion, Nan Rong Huai An was washed with Feng Sufei, and the two lay on the bed again.

Feng Sufei kept breathing, and realized the aftertaste of affection.

Nan Rong Huai’an reached out and hugged Feng Sufei, and hugged her around. It seemed that this intensity could be controlled, so that she was always in her heart.

Nan Rong Huai An patted Feng Sufei’s back for a moment, helping her calm her breath.

Just now, he didn’t control it well, but her Sufi could bear it.

After Feng Sufei slowly calmed her breath, she also came to the spirit, she was not sleepy.

Perhaps, on such a day, she didn’t want to sleep yet, and she wanted to talk to Nan Rong Huai An.

Nan Rong Huai’an looked at Feng Sufei’s spirit, and swirled in his eyes.

Feng Sufei is naturally familiar with such eyes, she said softly: “Don’t let us talk.”