The Young Master’s Bride

"Li Beichen, don't..." Ye Qingge's prevention was completely useless.

The cold feet were so wrapped in the man's generous palms.

Feeling the coolness of his palm, a touch of distress flashed in Li Beichen's dark eyes.

I was also embarrassed, so I shouldn't vomit, let her walk so long, the breeze on the mountain was biting.

Ye Qingge's crimson face was already frozen, it would become even more red, and his body became stiff.

"Can't you not provoke me? Be soft?" Li Beichen said this very seriously, but he had no choice but to hide it.

Ye Qingge couldn't even squeeze out a imaginary smile, as Li Beichen said in the morning.

It was the cool little feet that were wrapped in Li Beichen's big palm, which would actually burn.

Glancing at her tall lambskin boots, once again regretted that she should not let her go.

"Don't, it hurts..." Li Beichen squeezed Ye Qingge's sole, trying to relieve her pain.

"No more high heels tomorrow!" The tone of the domineering command was very bad, but he couldn't hide his distress.

Ye Qingge's heart trembled fiercely, thinking of the relationship between the two, thinking of Grandpa's unpredictable words, thinking of Li Nancheng...

"Uncle, if Yun Yi had a fiancée, would you do the same to her?"

I made a fist with my little white hand, and Ye Qingge knew that if he said this, there would be no good fruit.

However, she really wants to draw a line with him, she wants to be safe and stable.

"Do you want to make me unhappy?" He pinched Ye Qingge's small jaw with rough fingers, leaning forward.

The overbearing and strong masculine aura immediately encroached on Ye Qingge's breath.

This man is full of danger, as long as he speaks, even if he doesn't say anything cruel, it will make your heart tremble.

"Uncle, will you?" Ye Qingge bit her lip and asked in a low voice. Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was particularly attractive, like a feather sweeping across her heart.

"I won't do this to her!" The fierce kiss struck Ye Qingge instantly, with a strong smell of punishment.

He didn't give Ye Qingge a chance to resist at all, and the red tongue broke in and acted recklessly.

"I wouldn't do this to her either!" When Ye Qingge was about to suffocate because of her breathing, Li Beichen bit her ear again and whispered.

A very ordinary sentence, but it was like a thickly colored word, and the shy people were breathing quickly.

"Hiss, it hurts!" The soft spot was severely hurt, and Ye Qingge's watery eyes were filled with mist in an instant.

"Let's not do this to her!" The big palm plunged in, but stopped moving.

But this kind of action was like a knife slashing somewhere in Li Beichen.

While punishing her ashamed, he also tortured himself.

Every sentence matched the brutal movement, causing Ye Qingge's red and swollen lips to tremble.

"I will only do these things to you, do more, deeper, more fierce and fierce!"

The suggestive words were extremely low, but they were like roaring from the throat, and they slammed into Ye Qingge's heart.

Ye Qingge's clothes are messed up...

"My son will come back tomorrow, you get along with him, and try to get him to call your mother earlier!"

I couldn't eat her completely, touching and holding it would only make myself more uncomfortable, so Li Beichen let go of her.

It's just that those white little feet are still in his hot palms.

Try to let him call your mother earlier...

This sentence slammed into Ye Qingge's heart again, how eager to hear her daughter call her mother...