She turned her face to the side, and the damn smell of the Western Regions was still lingering at the end of her nose.
"Miaolian..."
His hands rubbed against her chest, making her unable to move. The corner of his mouth was also so satisfied with a smile, and there was an indescribable deep affection: "Miaolian, I have been thinking of you for many nights...
...Especially when I am alone, I always think of you... Actually, I have never forgotten you, really, never..."
He thought this way for a long time - because no matter what kind of beauty he experienced - they are not as good as her
He didn't know how this strange emotion came about, physiologically, psychologically?
He doesn't know.
At this time, I realized that this was a strong pleasure - a kind of joy and happiness above the top.
Especially after feeling tired of the gentleness and flattery of the high beauty, especially after being tired of Feng Miaozhi's aloofness and love,... For them, novelty and beauty, they come and go quickly.
You cannot obtain a kind of spiritual and emotional communication and communication.
This is what he wants.
What he longs for.
The two hearts are the same, the soul and the body are the same joy, a kind of mutual understanding and encounter between men and women that is hard to come by. He once thought it would be very difficult, except for Miaolian!
Now, all this has been resurrected again.
How could she allow her to leave again?
She was eager to leave, so she reached out and this time she really wanted to leave him.
His body stiffened again, and became passionate as she struggled. She struggled and never dared to move again, but he laughed, turned over and pressed her under her, his lips almost touching her.
On the top, deep affection: "Miaolian, we will never be separated again in the future..."
At that time, he thought it was a reconciliation.
The two made up completely.
The intimacy between men and women is an extremely magical adhesive. No matter how big the crack is, it can be relieved under such ecstasy intimacy.