There was a faint sound of turning lips and teeth, and even a hint of unstoppable moaning escaped.
The only thing in the mind of the only one was blank for an instant. There was only the smell of lemon in the nostrils, and there was a sudden burning sensation on the cheeks. The only hands that had no reaction to his sudden move could only grasp Zhan Yeche's sleeves helplessly.
Hmm... I haven't kissed on the lips for a long time, why am I still not used to it...
He actually bit her lip, gently on the edge, tossing and turning, biting all the way up the lip. Unexpectedly, his kiss was very light and memorable, which made the only illusion for a moment.
It's the cold water that spreads to the corners of the mouth, moist and refreshing.
Biting and sucking, it was like eating a lollipop. The nectar was sweet and gradually became stronger. "Ugh!" Youyi whispered softly and opened his small mouth, but a small slippery tongue took advantage of it and danced lingeringly.
, like glue and paint.
"Hmm...!!" Suddenly, the only one looked at the door of the ward with wide eyes, and patted Zhan Yeche on the back in astonishment, his little face already blushing.
"...Huh?" As if he noticed something strange about her, Zhan Yeche gently licked her a few more times before raising his head with unfinished content. He looked at the still shy Youyi with a strong yet tender look.
"Qianyou? Hehe...hehe, hehe." The little paws tried to push him away, but because of the huge difference in strength, he hugged him tighter and tighter.
Lan Qianyou looked at the stunned Lan Qianyou at the door with a bewildered smile on her face. Looking at her, the only thing she seemed to notice was something.
"She..." Hearing the sound, Zhan Yeche looked sideways and frowned with dissatisfaction.
You came to disturb him at this time!
The big palms clasped between the waists tightened, and the two people embracing each other were extremely ambiguous.
Oh, are you really just being sentimental?
The black eyes were filled with an embarrassed smile as he looked at the scene in front of him, with a trace of unknown sadness and a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.
No matter how deeply he hides it, his sharp tea eyes can still clearly capture it. His face can't help but turn cold, and he looks at this so-called good friend with a scrutinizing look.