As Na Chen's breathing became more and more rapid, Anhe's kiss fell on his lower abdomen, but he did not continue to move down and slowly stood up.

Na Chen touched his hand, and his fingertips cut down his stomach to his lower abdomen. Then he grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed, turning over and pressed him over.

Before Anhe could lie down, he had already buried his head and bit Anhe's earlobe, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "What's wrong?"

"No." Anhe wrapped his arm around him and grabbed a few handfuls on his butt and legs.

Na Chen smiled, and didn't say anything. He licked his neck, and his fingers streaked the inner side of his thighs, teasing them both lightly and seriously.

Angel could hear his breathing, which was quite heavy. He pulled Na Chen's hand and closed his eyes.

Just like Na Chen's kiss, Na Chen's movements were also very serious, taking care of every emotion he had, patient and gentle.

Anhe couldn't help pinching his chin, leaned over and kissed him on his lips. This time he didn't move it away immediately. When Na Chen's tongue came to him, he wrapped it around.

The warm and moist kiss with milky fragrance made Angel feel a little strangely enjoyed and at ease.

But Na Chen's next move made him suddenly wake up, and Anhe pressed his legs and wanted to sit up.

"What?" Na Chen put his arm around his waist and pressed it against him.

"No." Angel replied simply.

"No?" Na Chen seemed a little surprised, let go of his hand and looked at him on the bed, "Nothing? Don't let him fuck?"

This word fucking made Anhe feel unhappy, but this straightforward and rough expression successfully hooked up all the ** in his body, his throat tightened. He pinched Na Chen's chin: "Child, if you don't want to lie down obediently, you'll pull it down."

Na Chen did not move or make a sound. The smile on the corner of his mouth spread out little by little on his face. He slowly sat upright and looked at Anhe's face.

After confronting Anhe's gaze, he leaned back.

The white background and warm yellow light make the Chen look sexy and seductive.

Angel suddenly felt that his whole body was wrapped in fire, making him breathless.

"Is that true?" Before Anhe came to his senses, Nachen's voice had returned to his usual tone, with a joking voice in his voice, "Want to see me like this?"

The flames rushing in Anhe's body were almost deviated by this transformation. If he had good luck in practicing martial arts, he would definitely be obsessed with it.

"Fuck|Your Madam." Anhe pushed Na Chen away and jumped out of the bed, took his clothes and walked towards the door.

"Where to fuck?" Na Chen said with a smile.

Angel ignored him and reached out to pull the door handle. He couldn't leave now, but he would rather go outside the house and hold the oil drum than stay in the same room with Na Chen.

But after pulling it a few times, he found that the door could not be opened. He was a little annoyed and turned around to look at Na Chen who was standing beside the bed: "Go out."

Na Chen didn't say much and walked towards the door.

Anhe was so angry that he wanted to sleep on the bed.

As soon as he walked to the bed, Na Chen suddenly kicked his knees lightly and hard, and An He fell on the edge of the bed with a soft leg.

Before he could get up, Na Chen's knee was already pressing against his back and pressed him tightly on the bed.

Anhe, who was half lying on the bed, couldn't use his strength. After struggling for a few times, he couldn't lift Na Chen down, and his arms couldn't reach him.

Na Chen pressed down his knees again, reached out and grabbed his chin from behind, touched his fingers twice on his lips, covering his mouth and nose.

Angel suddenly had difficulty breathing and turned his head to avoid Na Chen's hand, but Na Chen's hand was tightly covered and he couldn't break it away.

"Anhe, I especially like your spirit." Nachen spoke very lowly. If Anhe had not been controlled by him in this strange way, he would have thought the voice was very sexy.

But now I only feel the breath holding my breath and struggled desperately to inhale.

He didn't know what Na Chen wanted to do, kill someone?

Two men were having sex and fighting for each other. They refused to give in to each other, and they blew their swords and killed each other on the spot.

Just as he wanted to support himself with his arms, Na Chen suddenly let go, and Anhe felt the air entering his body from his left nose.

He took a deep breath and realized that Na Chen had taken a small bottle and put it under his nose. He smelled a faint fragrance when he inhaled.

After a moment of stammering, Angel reacted and cursed vaguely: "Fuck!"

Na Chen's hand quickly covered it again. Before Anhe could recover, he felt that he was holding it in a bad state.
Chapter completed!