Zhong Qing acted so proactively, with a bit of panic, like a frightened little beast, which made Yi Jian stunned.
Yi Jian did nothing.
He didn't push her away.
He didn't reach out to hug her.
He just let her slender arms hug him tightly.
He could feel her exposed skin trembling, and he didn't know whether it was out of fear or coquettishness.
In fact, he doesn't know much about women.
I don’t understand what the so-called romance between men and women is.
However, he knows one thing, that is, there is only one woman he wants. From the beginning to the end, it is only her.
He made up his mind and insisted on it stubbornly.
The seat next to him was always hers alone, no one was allowed to get close to him, and no one was allowed to stand next to him.
Zhongqing felt that Yi Jian didn't move, and she couldn't figure out his temperament. It was difficult to guess whether he liked to talk or not.
She was nervous and couldn't help but exert force on her hands.
Yi Jian felt her hands clenched into fists. After a moment of silence, he raised his hands, gently put his arms around her back, patted her twice, and moved her mouth as if to speak, but she still swallowed.
Go down.
He just lowered his head, looked at her hair, and kissed her gently.
Then, Yi Jian reached out, grabbed her arm, and pushed her away from his arms little by little.
Then he pushed her body and pushed her down on the stone table.
He looked down into her eyes.
Her eyes and his looked at each other.
I don't know if it was an illusion or a hallucination, but at that moment, Zhong Qing always felt that he seemed to hear the cracking sound in his heart.
It was like something was whistling, struggling, and trying to escape.
Her face is pale.
He stretched out his hand and subconsciously pressed his chest.
But Yi Jian grabbed her hand in the next second, held her hand, and unbuttoned her cheongsam little by little.
Loosen your shirt lightly.
The purple cheongsam, like an elf in the dark night, spreads out little by little...
His lips also trembled slightly.
Looking at her body with his eyes, he turned his fingers in the next second, grabbed her hand, and reached for his clothes.
Unbutton your shirt one by one.
Immediately, the trousers fell to the floor...
[Because Harmony has crawled over, a lot has been deleted!]
