< br >"do you like it?" < br >Feng Qianxue took the initiative to kiss his ears, and his hands were also lifting his clothes. < br >what kind of gown to wear, covering the back so tightly, it's so hard to take off. < br >"like." < br >Night Thunder turned around, held her face, kissed her fiercely, and then pressed her on the bed. < br >"um ~" the wind is writhing restlessly, his hands are powerless to take off his clothes, want to see his back clearly, but how can not take off. < br >what a trouble. < br >"I'll do it myself." < br >Night Thunder takes off his bathrobe, throws it aside, and then holds it down. < br >Feng Qianxue craned his neck. As soon as he was about to see it, he turned off the light. < br >"Why turn off the lights?" The wind and snow exclaimed. < br >"in the dark, more devoted." Night Thunder bit her ear, fingers through the palm of her hand, clasped with her fingers, "look at me!" < br >Feng Qianxue looked at him subconsciously. In the dark, he looked like a wild animal, his eyes shining, with dark desire. < br >she suddenly recalled that night four years ago, and the last time she was in the car by the sea. < br >the duck at that time also possessed himself and looked at her in this way. < br >these eyes are exactly the same. < br >she is sure that it is him, it must be him. < br >"Don't get out of your head." The burning smell of the night stirred her heart, "focus …"... " < br >she closed her eyes and began to immerse herself in his world. < br >A night of revelry, the intertwined rattan figure was projected by moonlight on the floor-to-ceiling window, ups and downs. < br >the burning breath and heavy breathing converged into beautiful verses in the room. < br >those messy things in Feng Qianxue's mind were soon squeezed out by the night thrill. < br >his madness and intensity made her unable to think, so she could only cling to him weakly. < br >when the love reaches the depths, the wind and snow subconsciously whisper: "Duck …" < br >Night Thunder shook all over, frowned, and punitively bit her lip and forbade her to speak. < br >this woman must be out of her mind. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >Don't let the bossy CEO call the wind and rain, but he is obsessed with a duck. < br >however, the other identity is him anyway. < br >there is no need to be jealous of yourself. < br >. < br >in the morning, Feng Qianxue lay on the bed and slept soundly until the sun came in through the floor-to-ceiling window and shone on her face. < br >rubbed his eyes, turned over, and went back to sleep. < br >slept for a while, and the sun was so bright that she finally got up from the bed reluctantly. < br >only then did I realize that the curtains were open last night. < br >Oh, my God, if there were people out there, wouldn't they have seen everything? < br >she hurriedly picked up the big bathrobe on the ground and wrapped it around her and went over to draw the curtains. < br >however, he found that Ye Zhen Ting was already fully dressed and was sitting downstairs in the garden drinking morning tea. < br >the night glow bowed its head and reported something. < br >the look of Night Thunder is rare and relaxing, as if it had won a beautiful battle. < br >probably sensed that someone was looking at him, and he turned his head and looked this way. < br >Feng Qianxue hurriedly drew the curtains and hid away. < br >although she has experienced male and female love, she is still nervous and shy, and even difficult to speak up, difficult to face. < br >now that other problems have been solved, Night Thunder will probably no longer pursue the news, and may not plan to interrogate Bai Qiuyu. < br >but she was still afraid to pick up the children at 01:30. < br >besides, what if he is not a duck? < br >she has a headache when she thinks about it. < br >"knock, knock!" There was a knock at the door, and then the voice of a thunderstorm came, "Miss Feng, can I come in?" < br >"Please come in." The wind and snow hurriedly cleaned up the messy big bed. < br >is simply a mess and ugly. < br >the thunderstorm pushed the door in, the maid behind her was pushing the dining car, and another maid was carrying a birdcage. < br >there are little four treasures curled up in the cage. < br >< br/ >< br >