Mo Yanyi suddenly pulled her body with great force, his eyes were a bit sharp, and Bao'er was startled.
"How dare you" he shouted lowly
Bao'er circled his neck and said with a hint of shyness, "Then you teach now."
Mo Yanyi looked at her and suddenly laughed: "I...it will be very painful later."
Baoer frowned: "What do you mean?"
"No." Mo Yanyi shook his head. Suddenly, his lips fell straight on Bao'er's lips.
His lips were so hot, like a soldering iron, that they instantly burned the flames on Baoer's body.
Bao'er's heart beat wildly in an instant, and wave after wave of heat surged through every cell in his body. How could he kiss her without any prelude?
Mo Yanyi's breathing was equally heavy, and his kiss was domineering and hot. Compared with the surging passion she had that night, it was really nothing compared to the passion at this time.
She was out of breath, but reluctant to separate from each other. Her body was throbbing in waves. A strange and strange feeling was rushing through her blood, longing for him to be more intimate with her.
His hands subconsciously reached into Bao'er's pajamas. The silky smooth skin was as comfortable as a baby. There was sweat on his hands, and there was a slight sweat on her body.
His hand caressed her skin, moved downward, and touched her belly. Suddenly, Bao'er moaned softly.
This sound woke up Mo Yanyi who had closed his eyes. He suddenly looked at Bao'er with confusion and confusion in his eyes, and suddenly let go of her, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"I'll take a shower," he said, running toward the door as if running away.
Bao'er bit her finger and was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak. How could these strange feelings come out if they just kissed her?
The body no longer seems to be her own, no longer under her control, and she wants to be seductive.
She is so bad, so bad! She hugged her shoulders and felt ashamed. She was only fourteen years old. How could she seduce a mature boy like this?
Kissing, it’s so bad, don’t kiss again. I finally understood what he meant by what he said just now. She didn’t want him to suffer so much.
Mo Yanyi came back from taking a cold shower. Baoer lowered his head and said, "Am I a little naughty?" It seemed like he had made a big mistake.
He hugged her: "Fool, sleep"
"From now on, I will never ask you to kiss me again," Baoer said with a pout, "That was when we were eighteen years old when we did bad things."