Chang Chang felt miserable, but she obviously knew that this man was very excited about playing tonight, so she didn't feel that she was going too far at all, and instead became more and more interested.
"If men are not bad and women don't love them, don't you like them?" He hugged her with a burning desire. She turned over like a carp and tried to escape from his grasp, but he controlled her even more tightly in his arms.
.
"Ahem...choking..." Tears are about to burst out.
Chang Mian was unmoved, and swallowed the last sip of wine from the bottle. He pressed her lips again and "rewarded" it to her mouth little by little, using the gentlest delivery method.
The next second, with a strong hand, he pushed her whole body onto the wool carpet. Before she could cry out, he quickly jumped down. Before she was about to fall, he moved very quickly and lay down under her body.
Make her a human mat.
Chang Shang gasped in fright.
But he smiled cynically: "Isn't it fun?"
"..."
Chang Shang struggled to get up, but was hugged and kissed wildly by him. Chang Mian didn't care about the foreplay at all, and rushed in. Chang Shang was knocked out of her mind by him, her eyes were blurred and she couldn't find the focus, and there was only the last thing left in her heart.
Concept, she wanted to pretend to be drunk, but why did she feel like her head was so hot that she was really drunk?
Why did two Chang Mian suddenly appear in front of me?
He closed his eyes and shook his head heavily, "...Hiccup...Chang Mian, why do you have three...no...four eyes?"
"Shang Shang, you are drunk." Chang Mian pinched her chin and slowly kissed her lips without being overbearing. His tongue was in her mouth, sucking in the remaining wine in her mouth.
So gentle.
"I...I'm not drunk...you have four eyes...two noses...so...so strange..."
Chang Mian's hands slid across her body. He looked at her flushed face and was already distracted. Even though he touched her body every day, he was still obsessed with her now.
"Hey, why do you drink so much?"
Chang Mian's hand slid onto one of her jade legs, and Chang Shang pouted: "I...I'm not drunk...I still have something to say to you."
Chang Shang's head was very hot. She clearly remembered that she had something to tell Chang Mian tonight, but what on earth did she want to say? Why couldn't she remember.
"Well, what do you want to say?" He bit the root of her ear, slowly, without haste, admiring her rosy face.
Chang Shang trembled and shook her head: "I don't know, I... forgot. Let me think about it... hiccup..."
"Then think about it slowly." He did it slowly.
Chang Shang was lowly depressed, but her voice was broken. She put her hands around his neck: "I...I really have something important to tell you."
"Then you say."
"Uh-huh, I can't remember."
Chang Mian flicked her head lovingly and hummed with a smile: "Idiot, what's your memory!"
"What should I do? You help me think about it." She pouted domineeringly, biting her increasingly red lips: "Can you help me think about it?"
Chang Mian's eyes softened, and then he smiled.
"How do I know what you want to say to me, and how do I help you think about it?"
All his attention at the moment was on other things. There was no leisure and elegance to accompany him to think about things. She was drunk, and he didn't tell her. In fact, he was drunk too. He was drunk without alcohol, and he was rubbing it impatiently.
Her body, a pair of hands repeatedly touched her body, from her chest to her thighs, as if they were electrified...
Wherever his hand slipped, Chang Chang's body trembled.
Chang Mian was patient, without any impatience, "If we can't think of anything, let's play something else, uh, Chang Shang?"
"No, it's a very important thing. You must remember it."