Yan Zisong stretched out a hand to hold the back of her head, looked at her with eyes as deep as a blue pool, and murmured with a lifetime of passion,
"I love you……"
The sound disappeared from her lips again.
The bewildering voice suddenly disappeared in his domineering and powerful intrusion. When his tongue occupied her private part with obsession, it was like an electric current that instantly hit her whole body, and no other sensory perception could be found in the numbness;
Qin Xiaoman didn't expect that he would be so fast and fierce. The gentle kiss that was still whispering and lingering just now turned into a wild wave. The huge impact was screaming from the inside out and stimulating every nerve in the body.
Suddenly, Qin Xiaoman felt that the last bit of energy in his body was sucked away by his strength and violence. His cheeks turned red and he couldn't help but squeak, feeling endless shyness and lingering feelings.
At this time, Yan Zisong could no longer suppress the surging heat in her body, torturing the lips and tongue in her mouth wantonly, entangling and sucking.
His kiss was like a storm or a shower, but it was filled with endless tenderness and sweetness, sucking all the oxygen from her body, completely forgetting the past and the past.
When Yan Zisong was shocked to notice something strange about Qin Xiaoman, the girl whose mind had been photographed was already pale from shyness and forgetfulness;
Yan Zisong raised his head and gently called her name,
"What's wrong with you? Open your eyes, breathe..."
The girl who finally regained her consciousness from the fatal and suffocating suction suddenly opened her eyes, with his breath still lingering between her lips and teeth.
Qin Xiaoman hurriedly shut his mouth tightly, stretched out a hand to cover it tightly, his chest was still heaving violently;
She avoided her eyes and did not dare to look at him again.
Yan Zisong's heart was in full bloom, and each flower bloomed brilliantly and beautifully.
He turned over to the side, stretched out one arm and lay beside her, and gently stroked her face towards him with the other hand, "Look at me..."
The girl who meekly lowered her eyes shook her head, "No!"
"Then..." Yan Zisong narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, "How about we kiss again?"
With a sly smile, he whispered softly in her ear.
"No!" Qin Xiaoman quickly covered her lips again, looked at him pitifully, and rolled her eyes for a long time to think of a reason: "The ground is full of sand, and my skirt is stained."