Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing's eyes like a child, and suddenly smiled, gracefully and slowly. There was no trace of haze and indifference in his eyes anymore, as if the sun had filled his world in an instant.
"I miss you………"
Suddenly, his tone disappeared.
His breath was swallowed up by her.
She gently lifted her toes, wrapped her hands around his neck, and hung on his body. Her soft red lips blocked his lips.
He is very tall, and she is very short. She may have worn flat shoes for shopping today, so she is even shorter. She hangs on him like a koala, and she keeps reaching for his lips.
, kissing her, giving all her strength to the young marshal, and he felt a little uncomfortable as he was being held down by her.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed her waist, picked her up, and forced her lips to leave his lips.
He raised his head and looked at the little woman who was held high in his arms. There was a deep narrowing in his eyes, a low fertility, and a deep dissatisfaction: "......seduce...seduce me?"
Zhong Xin looked down at him, her little face was flushed. She followed Yi Jian's eyes and realized that the second sister was still there. Her face became even redder and squirmed, but Zhong Xin covered her mouth and smiled, turning her back to
Watching them sit far away: "I didn't see anything..."
Zhong Qing lowered her head and caught the appreciative expression of Yi Jian watching the fire from the other side and gloating about his misfortune. She immediately lowered her head regardless of it, hugged his head, blocked his lips, and sucked the breath from his mouth.
They all sucked them all clean.
He accepted it calmly, hugged her, raised his head, entwined her little tongue, and brought it into his mouth, entangled and lingering, and waves of tremors spread rapidly through each other's bodies.
The base of her tongue started to ache from the kiss, but he still refused to let go of her. She held his head with her hands and hid behind him, just in time to expose her breasts in front of him, and he didn't want to let her go.
Stingy, gnawing and biting through the clothes, Zhong Qing murmured: "Young Marshal...Second sister is still here...You let me down..."
He didn't say anything, but obeyed her words and slowly put her down. Her little head was just right against his chest. He was panting and holding her fingers, which were all trembling slightly.
