A trace of gentle emotion flashed between Luo Qingxue's eyebrows, and his voice softened: "I'm right."
Although she said she did not admit her mistake, she took the initiative to come over and put on his thin red lips.
The moment her soft lips gently pressed against, Leng Yunting's pupils suddenly shrank and his chest fluctuated violently.
It's over, I really fell in love with her. Otherwise, how could a simple kiss make him feel as if his heart was uncontrollable and he was almost jumping out!
No, this is not like, it is just an obsession with her!
Just dissatisfied, she will be more heartless than herself, colder than herself, and more fearless than herself!
But why, when her soft lips came up, he stretched out his hand like a conditioned reflex, holding one hand around her slender waistline, and the other one wrapped around her neck and supported her
Touching the back of her head, deepening this kiss?
He must have been crazy. He actually felt that this was not enough, and he was not willing to taste her sweetness. He wanted to rub her whole body into his body!
A deep kiss was reluctantly separated after a long time. Even ambiguous silver thread was drawn between their lips. Looking at the tender and bright faces in front of them, and the blurred eyes rippling like spring dawn.
If his lips were as sweet as cold as cold, his voice could not help but soften. Although he was still questioning, his tone was very similar to flirting: "Tell me, are you wrong?"
"Yes, it's you who's wrong." Her drunken eyes were slightly sad, as if she had drunk too much, and she stretched out her fair and slender arms and dough-like fingers, poked at his thin red lips, but was ambiguously aware of her.
Hold it in your mouth, imitating their actions when they were just intense, and sucking and exhaling in and out.
"You're wrong." The man's little tongue, circled and circled, wrapped around her fingers, and then raised his eyes slightly. His usual unruly eyes actually had a touch of confusing desire -
color.
"I'm just right...ah!" With a soft call, he took her fingers out of his mouth, placed her flat on the sofa, condescending, and his forehead was lowered down.
Drooping.
Is this woman going to die if she admits a mistake?
Why don’t you admit that you are wrong or accept it at this time?
But let alone, he just loved her with such a personality that she never gave in. It seems that conquering a noble and arrogant woman would have a much more fulfilling sense than those who only know how to obey!
"Are you wrong?" he asked again, pecking at the corner of her lips.
"That's right!" She answered unconvincedly, and what she received was his powerful attack.
"Are you wrong?" He even softened his eyes, and his strong sense of satisfaction and strong conquest, conquest, and desire filled his whole heart.
"I didn't-ah!--" She replied softly, and she got another wave of shock from him. The happiness in her body seemed to be like rocks passing through the sky, the waves slammed the shore, and thousands of snow were rolled up.
The clear chant of bliss, the gurgling water, and the two tightly embracing human bodies, as well as this unnutritional dialogue—
"Did you know you were wrong?"
"I don't!"
"Are you wrong?"
"I'm not wrong."
This is the most beautiful music of this quiet library that exudes the fragrance of ink!