Why do we have to face such embarrassing situations every time we meet?
Xue Xichen thought helplessly.
She tried hard to get rid of the relationship with Feng Qingge, but fate, like a naughty and annoying child, kept making them more entangled.
Feng Qingge leaned forward and placed her palm lightly against her high chest, almost covering it. The heat in his palm slowly penetrated, and the warmth seemed to be caressing her heart, holding the slow beating in the palm of his hand.
"Can you tell me your real name?"
Her eyes were burning, sincere and serious. Xue Xichen lowered her eyes and turned her face to the side, feeling tangled and hesitant in her heart, still unwilling to speak.
"Why...what are you afraid of..."
His bright eyes as bright as stars stared at her quietly, holding her limp body in his arms, folding his arms, and his low and hoarse voice lingered quietly in her ears, "Why don't you tell me... you
I share life and death. Since you are willing to risk your life to save me, why are you still unwilling to tell me your real name..."
"Why... you want to know... You and I just met by chance. After today, we may never see each other again..."
"Because, I don't want us to be just passers-by..."
After finishing his words, he lowered his cheek, gently took her earlobe in his mouth, and played with it carefully.
Because, I don’t want us to be just passers-by...
Her heartbeat was like a drum, and she breathed out gently.
Feng Qingge, what on earth are you...
His lips passed by her ear, lingering on her cheeks and slender neck, kissing her slowly. Xue Xichen could clearly feel that the veins on her neck were tightened by his kiss.
Gradually expand.
Qingge, if I tell you...
She felt his lips fall gently on her lips, touching her lightly like a butterfly. It was hot, and her breath was filled with his hot breath.
I am……
He put his lips on hers, sucking and kissing her, and the tip of his tongue lightly opened her lips and teeth, and penetrated.
Xue Xichen...
His taste was as beautiful and charming as a rose. The dew was intoxicating and seductive, eroding her breath bit by bit. He gently hooked the tip of her tongue and played with it slowly.
Qingge...I miss you...
Xue Xichen closed her eyes, relaxed her body and enjoyed Feng Qingge's tenderness at this moment. She moved the tip of her tongue lightly in response to his kiss and touched the tip of his tongue very lightly.
In an instant, his gentleness suddenly changed, becoming domineering and violent, as if he wanted to take away all her breath crazily, occupying the city, eroding every inch of her sweetness, and sucking hard.
She could feel the heat in his breath, and his crazy possessiveness was like a warrior fighting bravely on the battlefield, not giving the other person a chance to breathe or the possibility of escaping.
His fingers groped around her waist, his delicate palms rubbing the jade-like skin, wandering around the edges of the acupuncture points.
He lowered his head and bit the skin on his neck with his red lips, which felt a little painful and numb.
Xue Xichen's breathing became heavier. She knew that Feng Qingge was untying the needle on her shoulder, and she could only forget everything, devote, and then devote again, mobilize her body's inner breath, cooperate with Feng Qingge's inner breath, and let Feng Qingge help her.
Remove poisonous needles from the body.
His kisses bloomed red roses one after another on her skin, and the traces of rubbing gradually made her skin turn rosy.
He bit her shoulder, and a small moan escaped her throat at the slight pain. His fingers quickly touched her acupuncture points, and when he lifted them up, there was a silvery cold light between his teeth.
Bloodshot threads emerged from the acupuncture points, condensed on the snow-white skin, and slid down, enchanting the soul.
The tip of his tongue gently passed through the blood, leaving wet traces on her body, and slowly moved to her chest.
Taking it in, gently teasing, the sensitive skin beating under the tip of his tongue, Xue Xichen moaned softly, feeling that his strength was beginning to become unstable, even wanton.
And his wantonness also aroused the desire in her body. Under his guidance, she gradually forgot herself, and the numb body felt more and more clearly.
With a shallow moan, his fingers quickly touched her acupuncture points, and a bright silver needle tip popped out. He bit the needle tip and slowly pulled it out inch by inch.
Use your lips to wash away her blood stains, gentle, thick, and even crazy.
His kisses became heavier and heavier, as if he wanted to vent something.
"Qingge, what are you worried about? What are you angry about?"
Feng Qingge's body stiffened slightly, and she slowly softened her movements. Reminiscence and sadness appeared in her clear eyes, "Once, my wife died to save me..."
Xue Xichen was stunned. She never expected that Xue Meitong's death would become a knot in Feng Qingge's heart.
"Your wife must love you very much..."
"like……"
deeply love……
"You love your wife very much..."
"like……"
always love...
"Feng Qingge, I am not your wife, I will not die!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xue Xichen suddenly felt very funny. She was obviously his wife, but she had to pretend to be another woman and tell her beloved husband - I am not your wife!
"The moment she fell off the cliff, I told myself that I would never let a woman stand in front of me again!"
"You blame me?"
"I feel sorry for you!"
Women need to be protected by men, not hurt by men!
"Qingge..."
Xue Xichen looked at him deeply, her beautiful violet eyes were as clear and beautiful as if they were soaked in water, and her deep feelings for Feng Qingge could not be concealed.
"Stop talking! Just get better soon!"
Feng Qingge kissed Xue Xichen's lips again, biting her soft lips and sucking the tip of her tongue. His fingers touched her delicate thighs, and his movements were no longer rough, but as gentle as water.
When the last silver needle on the waist was pulled out, her body was covered with his kiss marks. He breathed heavily and looked deeply at the beautiful woman with disheveled hair on the bed.
She squinted her eyes lazily like a cat, leaning lazily in his arms, feeling his palms gently caressing her body.
Even between husband and wife, it is nothing more than this.
And they are just strangers who meet by chance.
No!
There was a voice in his heart loudly telling Feng Qingge - he didn't want to be a stranger to her!
"Tell me, your real name?"
After asking again and again, he persisted in getting an answer from her.
"Qingge..."
She sank into his arms, a bit lazy, a bit charming. Feeling the intimate lingering of his fingers, she couldn't help but caress his perfect cheeks with her palms, leaned softly in his arms, and whispered softly, "
Now, Feng Qingge, if I tell you my real name, you will definitely strangle me to death!"
"Call me Qingge."
He likes it when she calls him "Qingge". Her soft, sweet and waxy voice stirs up the emotions in his heart, making him incredibly happy and making him unable to help himself for her.
"Why would I strangle you?"
"Because..." Xue Xichen smiled evilly, "Because I am Xue Xichen, Aunt Xue of Xiaoyao Tower!"
Feng Qingge was shocked and looked at her bright and mischievous smile in disbelief. Her face was both annoyed and angry, mixed with a faint secret joy.