Yi qingchen hugged Song Jiayin and said in a magnetic voice," What are you thinking?" Baby,are you thinking about la,night? Should I help you remember it for your husband? "Mm~"
Song Jiayin hurriedly said," No need,no need. Let me go." Yi qingchen said aggrievedly," That won't do. It's hungry and hasn't eaten yet."
Before Song Jiayin could ask for help,Yi qingchen stopped him. Yi qingchen used his tongue to invite Song Jiayin little tongue to dance together. The two little tongues were tightly intertwined. Especially the Yi qingchen's tongue,which was extremely flexible. It had always grasped the rhythm of the dance. Soon,Song Jiayin collapsed into Yi qingchen embrace.
Yi qingchen picked Song Jiayin up by his wai,and skillfully untied Song Jiayin jacket. The Song Jiayin who was immersed
