Why do I have different feelings every time I look at this man? Every time I look at it, no matter if I look at it from a distance or in detail, I am still amazed! Although I am a little bit lustful, I have not reached the point of being a nymphomaniac...
Dai Yuan didn't know if she had conquered Ruhua, or if Ruhua had conquered herself! In short, she would never tire of seeing this man.
Being held by the young master's hand, Ruhua suddenly felt a slight sense of happiness arise in his body for no apparent reason.
His hands were so cold, even colder than Dai Yuan's. This man needed care.
"Why are your hands so cold?" Dai Yuan did not forget to give him a prelude before molesting him.
"Young Master's hands are also very cold," Ruhua said.
Dai Yuan's hand passed over Ruhua's shoulder, and she carefully slid down from his bun, passing through his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his neck...
She was afraid that she would offend his melancholy and tenderness.
"I owe you." Dai Yuan said.
"Young Master saved me from a sea of people, I owe you as much as a flower owes you." He wanted to be as frivolous as Dai Yuan's hand, but he was trembling and did not dare to do so. He was afraid of disturbing the young master, and was afraid that the young master would force him to leave.
"I owe Ruhua a kiss." After Dai Yuan said it, she felt like a rogue. Didn't she just want to kiss him? It was very difficult to go around and talk in a high-sounding way.
"Young Master..." Before Ruhua could finish her words, the princess's fragrant lips were already in close contact with Ruhua's thin lips!
The kiss came too suddenly, and Ruhua thought the young master was joking. She never expected that he would really, really honor it and kiss her.
That little feeling of happiness was already like a cloud, floating gently and spreading continuously. How he wished that his time would stay in this moment forever, and that he and he could live forever like this, without fear of anyone's words.
Young Master’s lips are so sweet. Young Master’s lips are so soft. Young Master’s lips are so intoxicating.
Ruhua was no longer reserved, and stretched out the tip of his tongue, trying to communicate with the tip of the young master's tongue. He put his hands on the young master's shoulders, and the fragrant shoulders seemed to melt into his own hands, making them soft.
Dai Yuan, who was not as tall as Hua Hua, raised her head and kissed him passionately while holding her arms around his waist.
I had to admit that this was the most comfortable kiss Dai Yuan had ever had. The gentle feeling made her tongue melt.