He pressed her body, refusing to let her move, and his thin, cool lips licked her skin through the silk.
She was itching so much that she couldn't help but let out a series of intoxicating and charming sounds from her lips: "Don't...itchy...um..."
Yi Jian couldn't bear to embarrass her like this, so in a blink of an eye, he put a little more force on her, stroking her softness with his hand, and then changed it to a love affair between a man and a woman.
Gradually, the itch was replaced by love...lust...Zhongqing couldn't help but stick out the tip of her tongue and lick the lips that were made dry by Yi Jian.
Seeing such a scene, Yi Jian couldn't help but let out a dull groan, lowered her head, and captured her lips again.
Zhongqing had the strength to resist, and he was unconscious, thinking he was just dreaming.
Yi Jian happened to be cheap. He was a soft-looking man who was more delicate than a woman. He would never have such a strong moment. However, who knew that his kiss was so domineering that in an instant,
, then rolled up the charm of a room, bringing with it countless flames of war.
The indescribable fragrance, beauty and rottenness rose up little by little in the room.
Zhong Qing's face has already been filled with red, and has even spread to her neck, like a blooming rose, beautiful and alluring, beautiful and soul-catching.
Yi Jian felt that at this moment, he was not the same as he was in front of that person. He seemed to have changed. He only cared about being with her, entangled here until death, lingering endlessly.
He circled her lips, and with the retraction of her tongue, he followed her back to the space between her lips and teeth, wildly rolling up thousands of layers of snow in her small mouth.
His movements were very smooth and he quickly took control of her whole body.
He felt that they were so compatible.
His breathing gradually became more rapid, and she, in a semi-conscious state, began to become more rapid following him.
The two people's breaths mixed together, like a performer, the most wonderful song of time.
Unable to help it, he deepened the kiss...
Yi Jian felt that her whole body was so hot that she felt like she was about to die. His lips retreated from hers, and then he hugged her, pressed his fingers on her body, and looked at her eyes closed, as if she was sleeping.
