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"Mmm... No, I can't!"
"Be good, it's okay. I've consulted with Dr. Xu, and he said that doing some appropriate exercises would be beneficial for both you and the baby."
"Know what An Yuan is worried about, Zhang Moyan has long thought of a solution.
"Lie," An Yuan said with little confidence.
"No, really, I even consulted an experienced dad about this. He said doing more would be beneficial for you and the child," Zhang Moyan said earnestly.
"Well..." An Yuan wanted to say something else, but Zhang Moyan was already about to collapse.
He didn't continue talking to An Yuan, but directly grabbed An Yuan's wrist, determined to have his way today.
The sweet scent of pheromones in the room intoxicated An Yuan without realizing it, and even the resistance in his emotions subsided a bit. "Zhen... be gentle."
"Okay." The Adam's apple of Zhang Moyan buried in An Yuan's neck moved.
An Yuan, the only redemption, he finally held firmly in his hand.
He now wants to fiercely embrace An Yuan into his arms, as if blending into his own flesh and blood, but he can't, so his hands can only clench tightly against the soft pillow, as if against a throbbing heart.
Kissing An Yuan, she lightly bites her lip, "Then I'll start."
The lips were hot, falling gently on An Yuan's face and body like soft feathers. This time, he wanted to love An Yuan well.
His back was being rubbed back and forth by a large palm, and An Yuan felt so comfortable that he squinted his eyes like a lazy cat.
The smooth skin had a slight protrusion, and the large palm gently rubbed against it. It was the scar left by An Yuan in the dark night last time, causing a slight sourness in Zhang Moyan's heart.
"I love you, Yuan."
A tear fell onto An Yuan's abdomen, scalding An Yuan's nerves.
"…"
"Moyan." As if making a big decision, An Yuan trembled and opened his eyes, slightly propped himself up, and then lightly pressed his lips against Zhang Moyan's lips.
"Okay."
One word, it was An Yuan's response, but it was the result that Zhang Moyan thought she would never wait for in her lifetime.
"Okay," the voice choked a little.
Fingers gently explored the moist acupoint, and the red dragon occasionally brushed against An Yuan's delicate skin. Zhang Moyan's hand paused, then he grunted, and An Yuan felt a surge of heat between his thighs.
"You."
"Still laughing! Don't expect to get out of bed tomorrow." Looking at the smile on An Yuan's face, Zhang Moyan felt somewhat annoyed.
After speaking, she buried her head and hands, dealing with the gradually stiffening green shoots of An Yuan.
"Ah--"
"!--!--" Zhang Moyan grabbed An Yuan's hands and held them to the side, greedily swallowing the green shoots between his legs, occasionally using his hands to rub the two delicate round balls on top.
The eyes have been observing An Yuan's expression all along. When the time was right, the green sprout was unexpectedly spit out.
An Yuan was at the peak, with rosy cheeks. After Zhang Moyan left, it was as if he had suddenly fallen into a cold, howling abyss, immediately opening his hazy eyes in dissatisfaction.
"Why did it stop?"
Zhang Moyan didn't care about his own purpling red dragon, just looking down at An Yuan below.
Under such a naked gaze, An Yuan's sense of shame began to surge, and then he wanted to curl up and avoid Zhang Moyan's gaze.
"What are you hiding from?" Without hesitation, the big hand grabbed An Yuan's leg and then pulled it apart, exposing everything to Zhang Moyan's gaze.
Perhaps Zhang Moyan's gaze was too direct, causing An Yuan to become nervous, and as a result, even the back of his neck began to slightly contract.
"Yes, that's it."
Zhang Moyan licked his lips. His usually gentle eyes were now slightly narrowed, and there was a faint curl at the corner of his mouth. An Yuan couldn't make out what was shining inside, and fear began to well up in his heart.
This was completely different from the Zhang Moyan he was familiar with.
"Do you want to be more comfortable?" Although asking for An Yuan's opinion, Zhang Moyan didn't give An Yuan a choice and buried his head directly. The slightly rough tongue licked a few times at the entrance before heading straight to the point. The tip of the tongue probed inside the intestinal wall, and soon after, liquid began to flow down Zhang Moyan's chin, soaking a large portion of the bedsheet.
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