Chapter 808: The Young Marshal's Gift to Love [37]
Zhong Qing blushed, feeling that any simple words he said were so sensational.
She raised her head and looked at him, but who knew, he quickly lowered his head and pecked her lips like a dragonfly.
There was a roar of people around, but Zhong Qing felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
She quickly moved away, looked around, and found that no one had seen the scene just now, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Who knew the next second, he stretched out his hand, pulled her, and walked outside.
"do what?"
"Toilet!"
"But I don't want to go!"
"..." The bathroom door was suddenly kicked open by him, and he immediately pulled her in, closed the door, and before Zhong Qing could speak, he blocked her lips fiercely, and then,
Just tossing and turning and devouring passionate kisses.
He missed her body and her fragrance so much. He kissed her deeper and deeper, making her legs weak. Her breathing gradually became messy, and her body began to slide downwards. Fortunately, he stretched out his hand and circled her.
He held her waist, kept pressing her body, and dragged her tightly, so that she did not collapse to the ground.
Her lips were sucked and rubbed fiercely by him, gradually causing waves of heat. He and her had not been so close together for a long time, and it was a bit unbearable. He seemed not satisfied.
Likewise, he gently left her lips, stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked her eyelashes. The next second, he stuck out his tongue and entered her mouth mercilessly, causing an overwhelming and arrogant stirring.
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Their bodies were pressed together, but he didn't feel it was enough. He really wanted to pull her body off and linger on her for a while.
Zhongqing was squeezed by him, and her body was leaning against the bathroom door panel, feeling a little cold. In front of her was the heat he brought to her. Under the torment of alternating between cold and hot, she couldn't help but let out tiny tones. Fortunately, she
She still restrained herself, stretched out her hand and put it on his shoulder, refusing to let him kiss her again.
"Young Marshal...No..."
Zhong Qing pushed him instinctively, but she couldn't exert any strength at all. The drama for the eldest wife's birthday was about to start later, and she had to wait for her arrangements. If she was messed up by him, she would go out.
How to meet people?!
Yi Jian ignored her and kissed her fiercely for a while, soaking all his breath into her body, and then gave up.
