Xiang Yimo forced a smile on her face and wrapped herself around him like a water snake. She closed her eyes and took the initiative to cover his cold thin lips. As soft as feathers, stiff kisses fell on his cheeks, ears, and neck...
Suddenly, she felt her waist tighten, and the next second she was taken into Chu Zhanjin's arms and sat on his strong thighs.
Chu Zhanjin raised her chin, "Is this the signature technique? Let me teach you what a real kiss is." He lowered his head and grabbed those two attractive red lips, sucking, biting, and nibbling them deeply.
The fiery passion was instantly ignited, and he was as rough and arrogant as he treated a plaything. As the kiss became more intense, with a heavy breathing sound, Chu Zhanjin caressed her beautiful face with one hand, and slid towards the fair and graceful breasts.
His fingers slowly moved downward on her neck, shoulders and around her slender waist. Xiang Yimo's body twisted slightly because of his touch.
They treated the people around them as air and kissed passionately in public. Elisa looked at them angrily and deliberately coughed a few times, but now, Xiang Yimo's mind was in chaos, and there was only the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, and no other sounds could be heard.
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It wasn't until she felt the burning pain coming from her bloodshot red lips that Xiang Yimo suddenly came back to reality. Her slender hands unbuttoned his shirt one by one, as if she couldn't wait, and her delicate fingertips carefully groped his strong and strong penis.
Suddenly feeling the pitted ravines on her chest, she suddenly opened her watery eyes and pushed him away. Seeing the familiar and ferocious scar, Xiang Yimo opened her eyes wide, and a faint smile covered her honey-colored face.
The holes covered her pupils, intertwining into sparkling water.
It was their first meeting. Xiang Yimo was being harassed by several gangsters. Su Yisheng, who happened to be passing by, came to save her. He blocked the knife for her, and a gash of more than ten centimeters was cut on her chest. At that time,
The two of them were penniless and could not afford the expensive medical expenses. It was Xiang Yimo who stitched his wounds together stitch by stitch. The stitches were not neat. After the wound healed, the scar looked like a centipede. But Su Yisheng liked it very much.
This makes him domineering and like a man.
That's right, he is Su Yisheng!
Xiang Yimo's heart was filled with violent waves, but why was he called Chu Zhanjin? Where had he been during the four years he disappeared? Has he really forgotten her?
"What's there to see?" Chu Zhanjin's face darkened, he swatted her hand away and pulled up his shirt. But Xiang Yimo held down his hand, leaned over and kissed the scar, licking it gently with the tip of his tongue.
It seems that this has become the only link between them.
Chu Zhanjin stared at her with cold, black eyes, and his eyes were filled with pity and slenderness, innocent and clear, as frightening as a ghost. His eyes gradually turned deep, and his chest was touched by her.
Lighting up a ball of flame, he pressed her shoulders, trying to let the soft and delicate kiss travel down the tight muscles of her belly...
Xiang Yimo understood what he meant, her body froze, and her cheeks turned crimson. She always felt like there was a piercing gaze directed at her from behind.