Zhong Qing had never felt such an offensive before. Her breathing and body temperature rose in an instant.
Yi Jian could feel her body temperature and breathing. He knew what he was doing at this moment.
That's what he wanted to do, to do his best to enchant her.
The so-called beauty trap is nothing more than that.
His lips slowly moved to her forehead, kissing her one by one along the graceful curves of her face. The sweetness of the tip of his nose, lips, neck, and fingers made his whole body feel better.
A little bit of this crazy exchange of gunfire.
[ps: Because of the recent h crackdown, many words have changed their meanings. The meaning of handing over a gun is to let it out immediately... you know what is coming out~~~~~sticky~white
~Thick~like milk~~Who is drinking milk now? Who is drinking it~Who will dare to drink it in the future?】
He couldn't help but reach out his hand, put it into her clothes, and touched her soft and tender skin.
Feeling her whole body trembling, he tried his best to maximize the temptation... and put his strength to the softest level, touching but not touching, teasing the layer of desire in her heart.
and reserved.
How could Zhongqing stand up to his provocative and provocative teasing? She just felt like she was going to faint. Her whole body was soft, relying on his strong chest.
breathing.
His hands were very dishonest, and he tried his best to eat up her whole body.
She and he had not done these things for a long time, he thought very much, although she didn't want to, but when he moved like this, all the suppressed flames in her body burst out in an instant.
Even though she was ashamed and reserved in her heart, her body still went against her thoughts and catered to him.
Her small movements made Yi Jian's heart blossom. He just felt that her rapid breathing was like a hallucinogen, which fascinated him.
He blocked her small mouth to stop her from making such breathing sounds, and swallowed everything she could into his mouth.
From time to time, someone would stand up and go out. The slightest movement would make Zhong Qing shiver. She buried her head in Yi Jian's arms as much as possible, for fear of being discovered.
