Seeing such love, Yi Jian did not speak, but just walked towards her with steps.
Zhongqing heard his footsteps, one after another, very shallow, but like a hammer, gently looking at her heart, one after another, tightening...
She held her breath involuntarily, waiting for his footsteps to gradually approach her.
She lowered her head slightly and could see his leather shoes. She leaned back subconsciously, but his outstretched hand grabbed her vagina and gently brought it into his.
In arms.
He didn't put on his shirt, so his strength was a little strong, and her face immediately pressed against his cool skin.
Zhongqing's eyelids drooped lower and lower, and he held her waist with his big hand that was holding hers.
He didn't speak, lowered his head and looked at her, feeling slightly at ease in his heart. Her white and tender face was full of temptation, as if she was guiding him to lower his head and take a bite.
Naturally, he would not wrong himself.
He tightened his arm strength slightly, lowered his head and accurately captured her lips.
She held her head high and accepted his kiss naturally.
He was already very familiar with how to kiss her, so he quickly turned the kiss into a deep kiss.
Although... they had kissed many times, Zhong Qing still couldn't help but tremble all over her body every time they kissed.
She always felt that once the man in front of her got involved in these things, he would become particularly charming and might stun her at any time.
His kiss became more and more intense, and it gradually spread, as if he wanted to swallow her whole body into his stomach.
Zhong Qing felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, her lips were tightly hooked and intertwined with him, and her ears echoed with the embarrassing sounds he made from time to time.
Zhongqing gradually began to become weak and limp. If it weren't for his hands surrounding her waist, she would have softened into a pool of water and meandered on the ground.
Even though Yi Jian was usually such a cold man, indifferent and lacking in interest, Zhong Qing knew that when it came to bed... he was not cold at all, except for that time when he was angry and made her
It hurt a lot, but at other times, he was completely different from his usual self, he could be described as passionate as fire and gentle as water.