Hopefully, other women take the initiative to kiss him, but they are not deep or ecstatic. Kissing, OOXX, is all sensory stimulation, and it is difficult to achieve spiritual resonance - and now, she is in her arms, gentle
Yes, low, making that "um" sound...that crisp, numb feeling...
It was not until he almost couldn't breathe that he left her lips and tongue, but he still pressed on her lips, gently, only allowing her to breathe smoothly, but could not escape. Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were red, and
The big and black eyes were dyed with blush and mist, like a black pearl soaked in mercury!
So cute!
So incredible!
His arms were not very hard, but only controlled them just enough to prevent her from breaking free, and would never hurt her. She was embedded in his arms, like a flower growing in his arms.
This flower! He has been seeing her for more than ten years.
From the ugly girl on her forehead to the elegant and handsome girl.
From the rich newlyweds to the thinness of the cold palace.
She has never been the best one, but she is the one he likes to watch the most.
Because of watching her grow up little by little, she always looks better than anyone else.
The flowers you cultivate yourself are always different from those you cultivate others.
Just like a father looking at his daughter, the kind of caring pride; just like a lover looking at his new love, he will never get tired of it.
Such complex emotions condense into an incredible attraction - as if she is the most beautiful and incomparable!
What comes to mind is different, laughing, stubborn, angry, treacherous, sad... Every day, every month, every point, every line, is connected... fresh,
Charming, vivid...
He blocked her hair, and a hand slowly slid down, as if he was stroking the most top-notch brocade, slowly landing on her neck, immersing in this ecstatic kiss, so long...
It seemed as if the world had stopped.
His thoughts were completely occupied by this kiss, so long, so long!