His kiss was so delicate and lingering that Chu Qiao even forgot to breathe and the pain in her feet, and could only bear the assault from his mouth.
Chu Qiao never thought we would see each other again.
After seeing each other again, she made up her mind that she would never have anything to do with him again.
But now being kissed like this by Meng Yanchen, her rationality was still there, her hands were on his chest, but she had no strength to push him away. Meng Yanchen's arms and the bed imprisoned her in a small space, making her
She wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't.
"Yan Chen..." Chu Qiao gasped and murmured between kisses.
Her eyes were filled with mist, half-colored by his kiss, and her face was flushed, as if she was drunk. She was truly a beautiful woman, not charming, but bright enough to make him crazy and obsessed with her.
.
The kiss was no longer satisfied with her lips, going all the way down.
Meng Yanchen expertly took her earball in his mouth, inserted his tongue into her cochlea, and a numb feeling suddenly hit her ears.
Three years, no sex. At this time, Chu Qiao was sensitive and fragile, her body was shaking constantly, her arms could only wrap around Meng Yanchen's neck helplessly, and she whimpered from time to time, like a kitten.
's cry.
Her words were like encouragement, and they stimulated Meng Yanchen's passion.
Meng Yanchen bit the delicate skin on her neck and loved them well, but afterwards, there were traces of blue and purple marks, which were the marks of his love for her. His lips fell on her collarbone, winding
Curved downward.
Unintentionally, Meng Yanchen's eyes fell on Chu Qiao's arms and shoulders.
His heart suddenly became cold, and his blurred eyes suddenly became clear. A drop of wet sweat fell down and fell on Chu Qiao's skin, causing small splashes of water. He stopped the kiss and remained motionless.
Chu Qiao was trapped in lust, but the sudden stop brought back her remaining sanity little by little.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw Meng Yanchen staring closely at the scars on her arms. Although her clothes had not been completely taken off, the traces of fire burns could be seen through the holes torn by Yang Qiaoyin.
.
Oh! He's looking at this!
It turns out that you still care about it, right? Suddenly, she thought of what Yang Qiaoyin said.
"Oh! It turns out that the skin under clothes is so disgusting! I think it makes women sick and have nightmares when they see it, let alone men! As long as they see the injury on your hand, they will never want to touch it.
you!"
Chu Qiao smiled secretly in her heart: Unexpectedly, that annoying young lady really hit the mark.
He almost got eaten inexplicably, but he must be grateful to the injury on his hand for saving his final clarity. However, what cannot be admitted is that Chu Qiao's heart aches. He doesn't love her, he only loves her body.
That's all.
Now, even this body doesn't interest her anymore. She can finally take care of herself, can't she? But why, her mood is not happy or joyful. On the contrary, is it the kind of heart-piercing pain?
Chu Qiao smiled coldly, with understanding in her eyes: "Meng Yanchen, are you scared? Are you disgusted? Then don't touch me!" There was a hint of haste in her voice, which Meng Yanchen could hear if he listened carefully.
You can hear the struggle in her voice. If you don't love her, don't touch her... If you hate her, get out of her world.
Ambiguous and ultimately torturous!
And she loves him even more! She loves him, so she hopes that he can love her equally! If she can't do it, she simply doesn't want it!
Meng Yanchen's eyes were burning, looking at the scars on her hands.
Originally, these arms were as white and delicate as a pair of lotus roots in the water. He loved her and once said that he would not let her get hurt.
But, he didn't do it.
Three years ago, he thought she would leave him forever and never come back to him.
Three years later, when he saw her alive and well, he thought that everything was fine with her, but he forgot how could she survive the raging fire? This was simply impossible!
The overwhelming heartache spread quickly to his limbs and bones. Nausea? How could it be? He would only feel heartache. Now he remembered that she had committed the crime of theft and was taken to the police station. If someone hadn't bailed her out, she would
He will definitely be detained.
In three years, she experienced so much suffering.
He wished he could rub her into his body so that Chu Qiao would never be able to leave him!
Seeing that Meng Yanchen had no reaction, Chu Qiao said again against her will: "Let's go! Let me go! I don't want to see you! Please don't meddle in my business in the future! I am hurt, even if I die,
I don't even need you to take care of me!" What she said was very harsh, but she understood that the weight of her words was actually not serious because she didn't have much sincerity.
In the quiet and silent atmosphere, Chu Qiao's slight breathing could only be heard.
Meng Yanchen leaned down and kissed the scar on her arm religiously.
The uneven vomiting and the chaotic color were unbearable. But he didn't seem to care at all, it didn't matter. It was because it was Chu Qiao that he didn't feel dirty. His lips were soft and hot, and they quickly ignited on the cold skin.
There was a string of fire, and Chu Qiao subconsciously wanted to stretch her arm back. However, before she could stretch her arm back, his hand was caught by his.
His kisses went from bottom to top, over and over again, taking the trouble to leave a mark.
There was no lust, no domineering cruelty, only deep tenderness, like a dragonfly kissing the lake water, leaving ripples. His eyelashes were very long, and they brushed lightly on Chu Qiao's arms, making her feel itchy.
But Chu Qiao was shocked.
Isn't it disgusting? Isn't it ugly?
She still remembered that after being accidentally seen by Ye Aiqing, her eyes and eyebrows were smiling, but she was disdainful, smiling at a joke. That feeling was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. She was a woman,
How could you not care at all about the ugliness on your hands?
Why? What is he like?
Chu Qiao couldn't help but murmured: "Why? Why did you kiss me?" A kiss is an intimacy that only occurs between lovers. Small gestures and sweetness are the lover's unique love language. If you don't love it, don't kiss. If you don't love it,
Just don’t use actions to express love?
If it's just sex, it's just instinct and has nothing to do with love.
If he wanted to find a woman to vent to, naturally some women would line up. It shouldn't be her, and she didn't want to be such a person!
Meng Yanchen kissed her shoulder, raised his head slightly, and saw tears at the corners of Chu Qiao's eyes.
He felt depressed and without thinking much, he rolled up her tears with his tongue and swallowed them into his belly.
"Don't you understand? Why?" Meng Yanchen raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "You, it's you! And only you!"
The reason is very simple, that is you...
You are Chu Qiao, you are the only one I want to never let go of!