Shen Qinghe's breasts were pressed into two flattened balls by Zhou Jing.
Her skin is fair, Zhou Jing's skin is slightly wheat-colored, and the skin color of the two forms a strong contrast.
Her legs were opened by Zhou Jing and almost broke between the two.This position is very tiring, but it can also make her hole wide open to accommodate everything that wraps Zhou Jing.
Shen Qinghe held her calves with both hands, and her fingertips turned white until they turned white. Her face was no longer moaning, but the pain caused by her legs being too wide open.
Good, you wrap your legs around me, it will hurt like this and you won’t get up later.Zhou Jing wanted Shen Qinghe to put down her legs while thrusting.
He prefers her to measure his narrow waist with her legs.
Ah, deeper...Brother, deeper.
She begged Zhou Jing to move in a little further, and it would be best to break her fickle heart, hit her deepest part, and also shoot her deepest part.
No man can refuse the request of his beloved woman to let him in depth in bed.
Zhou Jing was thrusting and thrusting like crazy, and every time he confronted, he was kissing the fickle heart.
Shen Qinghe was in pain, but she had more happiness.
The pain in the body is not pain, but soreness, and the pleasure Zhou Jing brought to her is unparalleled.
Shen Qinghe's two straight and white legs were wrapped around Zhou Jing's narrow waist. She was like a child begging for a hug, hugging him tightly. He was already full of ejaculation in the depths of her flower heart, but she still didn't want to let go.
She could feel that Zhou Jing was almost at the neck when he penetrated her.
Both of them were covered in sweat.
Shen Qinghe's chin was resting on Zhou Jing's shoulders, her tender breasts were undulating on his chest, and her nipples were shaving Zhou Jing's itchy.
Wait until my illness is cured...
What should I do if I am cured?
She gasped and said: When my illness is cured, let’s have a baby.
This child was not born for Zhou Jing, but for each other.
In fact, Shen Qinghe was afraid of having children. She was too afraid of pain, but when she thought of giving birth to a life with Zhou Jing, she was less afraid.
Shen Qinghe thought Zhou Jing would nod and say yes, but she heard Zhou Jing speak in a depressed voice: Can you not give birth?
Why?
She thought he would like the kids.
You are afraid of pain.
Also, he didn't want her to walk around the gates of hell before coming back.
Shen Qinghe wanted to cry at this moment.
She knew that men wanted a descendant to pass on the family line, but her man said she was afraid of pain, so she didn't give birth. She was really too moved in her heart now.
I thought you had to have a child.
No, you are the only one I have to do, and children are not important.
Zhou Jing can rest today and tomorrow. He originally planned to take Shen Qinghe to the cloth shop the next day to make two summer clothes, but Lu Ci suddenly heard news that there were military documents that Zhou Jing needed to review, so Zhou Jing went to the study room to review the documents in the afternoon.
Although it is not the season for lychees now, Shen Qinghe wants to eat it, so Zhou Gongguan sent someone to transport it from Guangdong City.
The iced lychees taste sweeter.
Shen Qinghe took a plate of lychees and knocked on the door of the study.
Enter.
Zhou Jing's low voice came from the room.
Shen Qinghe pushed the door and went in. Zhou Jing was sitting on the Grand Master's chair reviewing the documents. She looked good, and the words "Shanghai City" and "Confidential" were printed on the document bag.
Why are you here?Zhou Jing did not collect the documents, and hugged Shen Qinghe's waist and carried them to him.
I'll send you iced lychees, won't the documents be covered?Shen Qinghe peeled a lychee and put it into Zhou Jing's mouth.
There is no secret between you and me.
Besides, he knew that Shen Qinghe was disdainful to peek at confidential documents.
The sweet lychee juice spread in Zhou Jing's mouth. It has become a little hot these days, and the iced lychee has brought a lot of coolness.
Shen Qinghe stretched out her hand and placed it in front of Zhou Jing.
But Zhou Jing lowered his head and kissed her palm.
What do you do if you let your core spit on me?
Zhou Jing spitted the lychee core into his own hands.
Your hands are precious and I can't bear to let you pick up the fruit core.
He said this and kissed him again.
Shen Qinghe was so coaxed that she hugged Zhou Jing's neck and kissed him hard on the cheek: Young Master Zhou, your mouth is so sweet.
Zhou Jing’s words to her, Shaoshuai Zhou, were very helpful. He raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction: Because he drank the teacher’s water yesterday and also drank the teacher’s milk.
The two of them tacitly mentioned the title of Teacher yesterday, and even mentioned that he had sucked her milk. Zhou Jing now mentioned it again, and Shen Qinghe was a little embarrassed.
She was so happy to talk about these things on the bed, but now she mentioned them in the study, it seemed that they didn't understand the rules.
Shen Qinghe looked at the books on the bookcase, mostly military-related books, with only two or three poems, one of which was read by her two years ago.
She pointed to the thin collection of poems and said: I want to read this, please help me get it.
Zhou Jing stood up with her butt, and reached out and got the book from a high place.
This book is already a little old, even older than the one in her home.
When did you buy this book?Shen Qinghe looked through the book and asked without raising her head.
Thirteen years ago, right?I don’t remember it very much, and I haven’t read poetry since I became an adult.Zhou Jing stopped reading poetry after he became an adult. It was not that poetry was useless, but for him, it was better to study more and more troops than to arrange troops if he had the skill of reading poetry.
It's been a long time, and I have one at home, but I bought it five years ago.
Do you have any poems you like?
I like a lot of poems, but my favorite is Meng Jiao's "After the Entrance Examination".
She is also a common man, and her favorite sentence is the saying "The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and she sees all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
How many times can there be in life when she is so proud that she has never been to Chang'an and can't see all the flowers in Chang'an, but she feels that she may be able to see all the flowers in Shanghai for the rest of her life.
Zhou Jing said her favorite poem with a frivolous brow: The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day?
Well, the artistic conception is beautiful.
This is the youth's spirit and the various shapes of Chang'an flowers.
It is indeed beautiful, and it is rare for a young man to be proud of.
Zhou Jing is already twenty-eight years old, and in two years he will be in his thirties. The word "young" is very far away from him, and he is already a young man.
Shen Qinghe looked at the melancholy between Zhou Jing's eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help but stretch his eyebrows with her hands: You will always be my young man.
Is it the young man who is the young man who is Zhou Jing or the young man who is Zhou Jing?He asked.
Is there any difference? Are they all you?
Zhou Jing slapped Shen Qinghe's nose: As a young man Zhou, he was a proud young man with the blessing of his identity, but if he were Zhou Jing, he might only be called a young man when he was in bed.
Shen Qinghe turned Zhou Jing's face and said: My young man, whether on or under the bed, will always be full of energy and pride.Whether you are Young Marshal Zhou or Jing, these are all you.
Seikaku.
Um?
I haven't noticed why you are so good at speaking love words before?
Is it a love word?
She didn't feel that she was just talking about love.
She really felt that Zhou Jing is the best Zhou Jing now. Whether he is the young coach Zhou or Zhou Jing, this person seems to be successful forever. She seems to have never heard of him being frustrated.
He had already reviewed the documents sent by Lu Ci, and he had been staying in the study to calm himself down.
These days he has been tossing Shen Qinghe day and night. He feels like a male dog in heat. He wants to calm himself down and give Shen Qinghe some time to breathe.
But he didn't expect Shen Qinghe to post it himself and even said a string of love words to him.
Her voice was soft and sweet when she spoke love words, she was as sweet as honey to his heart.
Zhou Jing has been holding Shen Qinghe for a long time. Shen Qinghe is afraid that he will be tired, so she wiped away the hot sweat from his forehead: Sit for a while, don’t be tired.
Don't want to sit down.
Zhou Jing put Shen Qinghe down and pressed him on the bookcase. The high-rise collection was unstable when it was placed high. Several books were dropped after loading with such force.
Because of his shameless life these days, Shen Qinghe did not wear underwear for each other's convenience today, so she only put on a dress and came to Zhou Jing.
There were two protruding points on her chest, which were swayingly seducing Zhou Jing.
Shen Qinghe’s dress today is no longer a waist-reducing, she is wearing a little wide today, which makes Zhou Jing take off his clothes.
The skirt didn't even have a button, and Zhou Jing lifted it up and took off Shen Qinghe.
The circle of tender powder on the chest was decorated with two protruding and hard red beans, and Shen Qinghe's body was no longer white.
Sexual events were too frequent these days, and the kiss marks on her body were aggravated every day, and the traces of sex were spread all over her body.
Zhou Jing held Shen Qinghe's waist with both hands. His straight suit and Shen Qinghe's naked body rubbed each other. He felt that he was now like a beast in a dress that was seducing a girl.
Shen Qinghe also thought so.
you……
Um?
You take off your clothes... It's so weird...
What's the weird thing?
Like...
Like a beast in a dress?Zhou Jing pinched Shen Qinghe's waist and then took off his pants. I was indeed a beast in clothes and it was too late to run now.
Her legs were once again raised against his waist, and the heat from Zhou Jing's lower body rubbed against the mouth of her vagina.
Shen Qinghe covered Zhou Jing's eyes: I didn't want to run away.
Zhou Jing, who was blindfolded, accurately found Shen Qinghe's lips. Zhou Jing's soft lips were bitten by Shen Qinghe this time she gained the initiative.
Her waist and hips exerted force, and her upper body floated upwards. It was originally Zhou Jing's clone scratching her pussy. Now she takes the initiative to switch. From time to time, she touches the crystal-clear urethra. If the penis wants to push upwards, she will also move upwards. They chase each other, without any victory or defeat.
Shen Qinghe's back was close to the sandalwood bookshelf, and her smooth back was intimately in contact with the sandalwood.
Zhou Jing deliberately said hoarsely: Let me in?
Shen Qinghe shook her head: I haven’t kissed enough, I don’t want you to enter.
Zhou Jing: How long will it take to kiss?
Shen Qinghe: I have milk when I kissed me.
Her skin is fair, Zhou Jing's skin is slightly wheat-colored, and the skin color of the two forms a strong contrast.
Her legs were opened by Zhou Jing and almost broke between the two.This position is very tiring, but it can also make her hole wide open to accommodate everything that wraps Zhou Jing.
Shen Qinghe held her calves with both hands, and her fingertips turned white until they turned white. Her face was no longer moaning, but the pain caused by her legs being too wide open.
Good, you wrap your legs around me, it will hurt like this and you won’t get up later.Zhou Jing wanted Shen Qinghe to put down her legs while thrusting.
He prefers her to measure his narrow waist with her legs.
Ah, deeper...Brother, deeper.
She begged Zhou Jing to move in a little further, and it would be best to break her fickle heart, hit her deepest part, and also shoot her deepest part.
No man can refuse the request of his beloved woman to let him in depth in bed.
Zhou Jing was thrusting and thrusting like crazy, and every time he confronted, he was kissing the fickle heart.
Shen Qinghe was in pain, but she had more happiness.
The pain in the body is not pain, but soreness, and the pleasure Zhou Jing brought to her is unparalleled.
Shen Qinghe's two straight and white legs were wrapped around Zhou Jing's narrow waist. She was like a child begging for a hug, hugging him tightly. He was already full of ejaculation in the depths of her flower heart, but she still didn't want to let go.
She could feel that Zhou Jing was almost at the neck when he penetrated her.
Both of them were covered in sweat.
Shen Qinghe's chin was resting on Zhou Jing's shoulders, her tender breasts were undulating on his chest, and her nipples were shaving Zhou Jing's itchy.
Wait until my illness is cured...
What should I do if I am cured?
She gasped and said: When my illness is cured, let’s have a baby.
This child was not born for Zhou Jing, but for each other.
In fact, Shen Qinghe was afraid of having children. She was too afraid of pain, but when she thought of giving birth to a life with Zhou Jing, she was less afraid.
Shen Qinghe thought Zhou Jing would nod and say yes, but she heard Zhou Jing speak in a depressed voice: Can you not give birth?
Why?
She thought he would like the kids.
You are afraid of pain.
Also, he didn't want her to walk around the gates of hell before coming back.
Shen Qinghe wanted to cry at this moment.
She knew that men wanted a descendant to pass on the family line, but her man said she was afraid of pain, so she didn't give birth. She was really too moved in her heart now.
I thought you had to have a child.
No, you are the only one I have to do, and children are not important.
Zhou Jing can rest today and tomorrow. He originally planned to take Shen Qinghe to the cloth shop the next day to make two summer clothes, but Lu Ci suddenly heard news that there were military documents that Zhou Jing needed to review, so Zhou Jing went to the study room to review the documents in the afternoon.
Although it is not the season for lychees now, Shen Qinghe wants to eat it, so Zhou Gongguan sent someone to transport it from Guangdong City.
The iced lychees taste sweeter.
Shen Qinghe took a plate of lychees and knocked on the door of the study.
Enter.
Zhou Jing's low voice came from the room.
Shen Qinghe pushed the door and went in. Zhou Jing was sitting on the Grand Master's chair reviewing the documents. She looked good, and the words "Shanghai City" and "Confidential" were printed on the document bag.
Why are you here?Zhou Jing did not collect the documents, and hugged Shen Qinghe's waist and carried them to him.
I'll send you iced lychees, won't the documents be covered?Shen Qinghe peeled a lychee and put it into Zhou Jing's mouth.
There is no secret between you and me.
Besides, he knew that Shen Qinghe was disdainful to peek at confidential documents.
The sweet lychee juice spread in Zhou Jing's mouth. It has become a little hot these days, and the iced lychee has brought a lot of coolness.
Shen Qinghe stretched out her hand and placed it in front of Zhou Jing.
But Zhou Jing lowered his head and kissed her palm.
What do you do if you let your core spit on me?
Zhou Jing spitted the lychee core into his own hands.
Your hands are precious and I can't bear to let you pick up the fruit core.
He said this and kissed him again.
Shen Qinghe was so coaxed that she hugged Zhou Jing's neck and kissed him hard on the cheek: Young Master Zhou, your mouth is so sweet.
Zhou Jing’s words to her, Shaoshuai Zhou, were very helpful. He raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction: Because he drank the teacher’s water yesterday and also drank the teacher’s milk.
The two of them tacitly mentioned the title of Teacher yesterday, and even mentioned that he had sucked her milk. Zhou Jing now mentioned it again, and Shen Qinghe was a little embarrassed.
She was so happy to talk about these things on the bed, but now she mentioned them in the study, it seemed that they didn't understand the rules.
Shen Qinghe looked at the books on the bookcase, mostly military-related books, with only two or three poems, one of which was read by her two years ago.
She pointed to the thin collection of poems and said: I want to read this, please help me get it.
Zhou Jing stood up with her butt, and reached out and got the book from a high place.
This book is already a little old, even older than the one in her home.
When did you buy this book?Shen Qinghe looked through the book and asked without raising her head.
Thirteen years ago, right?I don’t remember it very much, and I haven’t read poetry since I became an adult.Zhou Jing stopped reading poetry after he became an adult. It was not that poetry was useless, but for him, it was better to study more and more troops than to arrange troops if he had the skill of reading poetry.
It's been a long time, and I have one at home, but I bought it five years ago.
Do you have any poems you like?
I like a lot of poems, but my favorite is Meng Jiao's "After the Entrance Examination".
She is also a common man, and her favorite sentence is the saying "The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and she sees all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
How many times can there be in life when she is so proud that she has never been to Chang'an and can't see all the flowers in Chang'an, but she feels that she may be able to see all the flowers in Shanghai for the rest of her life.
Zhou Jing said her favorite poem with a frivolous brow: The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day?
Well, the artistic conception is beautiful.
This is the youth's spirit and the various shapes of Chang'an flowers.
It is indeed beautiful, and it is rare for a young man to be proud of.
Zhou Jing is already twenty-eight years old, and in two years he will be in his thirties. The word "young" is very far away from him, and he is already a young man.
Shen Qinghe looked at the melancholy between Zhou Jing's eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help but stretch his eyebrows with her hands: You will always be my young man.
Is it the young man who is the young man who is Zhou Jing or the young man who is Zhou Jing?He asked.
Is there any difference? Are they all you?
Zhou Jing slapped Shen Qinghe's nose: As a young man Zhou, he was a proud young man with the blessing of his identity, but if he were Zhou Jing, he might only be called a young man when he was in bed.
Shen Qinghe turned Zhou Jing's face and said: My young man, whether on or under the bed, will always be full of energy and pride.Whether you are Young Marshal Zhou or Jing, these are all you.
Seikaku.
Um?
I haven't noticed why you are so good at speaking love words before?
Is it a love word?
She didn't feel that she was just talking about love.
She really felt that Zhou Jing is the best Zhou Jing now. Whether he is the young coach Zhou or Zhou Jing, this person seems to be successful forever. She seems to have never heard of him being frustrated.
He had already reviewed the documents sent by Lu Ci, and he had been staying in the study to calm himself down.
These days he has been tossing Shen Qinghe day and night. He feels like a male dog in heat. He wants to calm himself down and give Shen Qinghe some time to breathe.
But he didn't expect Shen Qinghe to post it himself and even said a string of love words to him.
Her voice was soft and sweet when she spoke love words, she was as sweet as honey to his heart.
Zhou Jing has been holding Shen Qinghe for a long time. Shen Qinghe is afraid that he will be tired, so she wiped away the hot sweat from his forehead: Sit for a while, don’t be tired.
Don't want to sit down.
Zhou Jing put Shen Qinghe down and pressed him on the bookcase. The high-rise collection was unstable when it was placed high. Several books were dropped after loading with such force.
Because of his shameless life these days, Shen Qinghe did not wear underwear for each other's convenience today, so she only put on a dress and came to Zhou Jing.
There were two protruding points on her chest, which were swayingly seducing Zhou Jing.
Shen Qinghe’s dress today is no longer a waist-reducing, she is wearing a little wide today, which makes Zhou Jing take off his clothes.
The skirt didn't even have a button, and Zhou Jing lifted it up and took off Shen Qinghe.
The circle of tender powder on the chest was decorated with two protruding and hard red beans, and Shen Qinghe's body was no longer white.
Sexual events were too frequent these days, and the kiss marks on her body were aggravated every day, and the traces of sex were spread all over her body.
Zhou Jing held Shen Qinghe's waist with both hands. His straight suit and Shen Qinghe's naked body rubbed each other. He felt that he was now like a beast in a dress that was seducing a girl.
Shen Qinghe also thought so.
you……
Um?
You take off your clothes... It's so weird...
What's the weird thing?
Like...
Like a beast in a dress?Zhou Jing pinched Shen Qinghe's waist and then took off his pants. I was indeed a beast in clothes and it was too late to run now.
Her legs were once again raised against his waist, and the heat from Zhou Jing's lower body rubbed against the mouth of her vagina.
Shen Qinghe covered Zhou Jing's eyes: I didn't want to run away.
Zhou Jing, who was blindfolded, accurately found Shen Qinghe's lips. Zhou Jing's soft lips were bitten by Shen Qinghe this time she gained the initiative.
Her waist and hips exerted force, and her upper body floated upwards. It was originally Zhou Jing's clone scratching her pussy. Now she takes the initiative to switch. From time to time, she touches the crystal-clear urethra. If the penis wants to push upwards, she will also move upwards. They chase each other, without any victory or defeat.
Shen Qinghe's back was close to the sandalwood bookshelf, and her smooth back was intimately in contact with the sandalwood.
Zhou Jing deliberately said hoarsely: Let me in?
Shen Qinghe shook her head: I haven’t kissed enough, I don’t want you to enter.
Zhou Jing: How long will it take to kiss?
Shen Qinghe: I have milk when I kissed me.
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