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Chapter 39

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    Poor shrimp.

    Suddenly, the long arm placed on her waist was lifted slightly, looped around the shrunken small shoulders, gathered her, and completely embraced her in his arms.

    On the big black bed, the girl's arched body formed a small arc, and on the periphery was the man's tall and slender body. Her back was pressed against his strong and firm chest, with tight seams and no gaps, and the body temperature of each other flowed in silence.

    Feng Xiao's thin lips touched her soft and cool black hair, lingering inch by inch, and then kissed her snow-white earlobe hidden between the hair. The kisses were soft at first, but gradually became dense and fiery.

    The big hands with thin calluses completely wrapped An An's mandible, fixed her small face, stared at her with gloomy black eyes for a moment, and then bit the soft and delicious lips hard.

    Lips and tongue entangled for a moment, he noticed something, let go of her lips, leaned up his strong upper body, and looked down at her from a condescending angle.

    There was no expression on Tian An'an's beautiful face, her big eyes were lowered, she didn't speak or look at him.

    From the beginning to the end, I didn't look at him.

    Her almost indifferent reaction instantly made Feng Xiao's face darken. He pinched her face and lifted it up. His handsome face was lowered, and he moved closer to her, so close that each other's breath brushed each other's cheeks. He spoke with a faint chill in his tone, "Unhappy?" "

    ..." Hoho, yes yes, hit me if you have the ability.

    An An was silent for a moment, then cleared her throat, and, like many girls who quarrel with their boyfriends, gave a duplicity answer.

    She wrote lightly: "No, I'm happy to fry chicken." Then she paused and added, "I need notarization today, and we will be husband and wife in the future. Please give me your advice, Mr. Feng.

    " In Feng Xiao's eyes, it was extremely glaring.

    He looked down at her, his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts. After a short silence, she heard his deep voice, sweet and mellow, but his tone became colder, "You don't want to marry me?"

    An'an heard the undisguised danger in this sentence. At the same time, he pinched the slender five fingers of her chin and exerted a little force.

    She felt some pain.

    The small mouth pouted slightly, and An An was frightened by his cold expression, so she shook her head in denial, and said three words in a voice like a gnat: "No." Then she frowned slightly, thinking with some resistance. Breaking away from his rough fingers, "It hurts..."

    Hearing this, the frost in the man's eyes receded, and the silence returned, and the two fingers that pinched her chin were also instantly released. She raised her left hand and touched the place where he pinched the pain, her beautiful big eyes lifted, she looked at him with some sadness and pitifulness, and said in a coquettish voice, "There must be marks."