Wearing to 70's: I Want To Escape With Cubs

Shen Yuchuan had never been a gentleman who was content with pregnancy, but he didn't bother to force her, especially since she was pregnant now.

But when there is an advantage to be taken advantage of, he will not hold on to it.

Once the forbearance and restraint he had exercised for many days was released, Shen Yuchuan was in an uncontrollable mood.

Song Nianning couldn't bear it for a while. She held his strong arms tightly with both hands and her body tensed.

Shen Yuchuan noticed her nervousness, and his actions in attacking the city slowed down instantly.

He held her chin with one hand and kissed her until she was soft and turned into a puddle.

Outside the window is the whistling north wind, and the intimate meowing of wild cats, which is infinitely amplified in the silent room.

The dim kerosene lamp in the room cast their kissing figures on the window.

Song Nianning was so embarrassed that her toes curled up.

Shen Yuchuan rubbed her lips and slowly let go of her.

Song Nianning was like a fish deprived of oxygen, clinging tightly to his arm, breathing fresh air eagerly, as if she had completely lost her mind.

Shen Yuchuan's forehead was pressed against hers intimately, and his penetrating gaze fell on her lips.

The plump lips are like a layer of red lipstick, full of color and tempting to pick.

Shen Yuchuan came closer, his warm breath blowing between her lips and teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you like it?" On

Song Nianning's back was a red quilt stacked in squares like beans, and in front of her was a strong and domineering man.

Listening to his extremely ambiguous words, Shen Yuchuan was so embarrassed that his face was even redder and more attractive than rouge.

Shen Yuchuan's dark gaze fell on her pretty face, and his fingertips gently stroked her cheek.

The man's fingers brought a touch of warmth, touching Song Nianning's hot cheeks.

She was like a thirsty traveler in the desert, her blushing face gently rubbed against the palm of his warm hand.

It was as delicate and soft as a little kitten, but it easily tickled his heart.

Shen Yuchuan's mouth suddenly became dry.

His deep gaze fell on the bright red lips, which were as tempting as flowers.

Also like poppy, it is addictive.

Shen Yuchuan's sexy fingertips came to her eyes and gently rubbed the sinister red tail of her eyes.

His movements were gentle, and there was an ambiguous electric current in his caress.

He used a slight force on his palm to hold her body closer.

Let his warm breath blow freely on her face, with unreserved heat.

Song Nianning's eyelashes trembled slightly. If he hadn't supported her waist, she would have collapsed on the quilt.