Murong Qingzhen felt that he must be crazy. Looking at her empty eyes, he actually felt heartbroken.
He knew clearly that her absence and confusion were only because of another man, a man who should have died a thousand times, but he still couldn't control himself and kissed her.
His kiss was hot and urgent, first kissing her eyes, then slowly moving downward, passing over her sweet and dry lips, and finally, he nibbled at the delicate skin of her neck like crazy.
In his ears, he could hear the rapid pulse of the aorta in the carotid artery. He bit his teeth with varying degrees of severity, and a vague thought came through his mind - if possible, he really wanted to let her die on his own
It's better to be in my arms than to watch her suffer for others.
It's a pity that he can't be so cruel after all.
Murong Qingzhen finally discovered that he was also a man with a fatal weakness. His weakness was nothing more than her.
Jiang Zimo had been lying upright, without any reaction to his touch and kiss. At this moment, perhaps because of the effect of the medicine, she suddenly moaned softly, curled up and threw herself into his arms as if she was afraid of the cold.
In arms.
Without any hesitation, he immediately found her lips and kissed her deeply and tenderly.
It was a deep and passionate kiss. He gently held her cheeks with his two palms, pressed her under him, and then concentrated on the kiss.
Her lips were cool and soft, but his were hot and slightly hard with anxiety.
When the two collide tightly, what you feel is the ultimate splendor of ice and fire.
There was a faint scent of roses between her lips and teeth, mixed with his mint breath, gradually converging into a strong aphrodisiac effect.
The more the two kissed, the deeper they got. At first she just accepted it passively, and then, under the long-lasting love infection, she finally responded timidly.
He seemed to have received the greatest encouragement, and his restless hands unconsciously went down and wrapped around her slender waist.
His hot palms traced her smooth U-shaped area, and he thought pitifully in his heart: Will such a slender waist be crushed when he exerts force?
In my heart, there was a throbbing caused by love.
He was afraid, afraid that he could not help himself, that his affection and fanaticism would hurt her.
Although, he had been completely injured by her.
In this long and deep kiss, Murong Qingzhen heard the sound of his own blood flow reversing for the first time.
It is the gorgeous blooming of the flower of life, and it is a beautiful feeling that is unparalleled in the world.
It's about the feeling of love.
I don't know how long they kissed, until they were both almost suffocated, he finally let her go.
He gave her a moment to breathe, then kissed the bud on her chest.
The pink flower halo bloomed with an alluring fragrance in the darkness. He opened his mouth and gently held it with the tip of his tongue. Then, he felt her body tremble slightly.
"Azi...Azi..." Murong Qingzhen finally couldn't help but plead. His voice was so hoarse that the coldness from before could no longer be heard.
Then he leaned over, and before he even touched her cheek, Jiang Zimo climbed up hard. The kiss was dense and urgent, with a salty astringency that made him breathless.
Her slender legs had wrapped around his waist before he knew it, and they were still moving gently from time to time.