Meng Beichen looked at her face, and until now he still couldn't calm down.
When she looked closer at him, he suddenly grabbed her, put his hand on the back of her head, and kissed her deeply.
The domineering, eager and violent kiss, no one knew what he was afraid of in his heart. It was a memory that had been buried for many years. Back then, there was a girl, gently floating away in front of him...
Han Yixing's eyes widened, and he was a little unable to react. It was as if a pendulum had been set in his heart, the ringing was very fast, and he felt like he was suddenly grabbed by someone. He was very scared and nervous.
She began to struggle, a little panicked, and felt that her heartbeat was too violent and she might die.[
But he suddenly relaxed her, hugged her softly, and even kissed her softly, kissing her lips bit by bit, describing them carefully, until she finally forgot her fear, even who she was, and collapsed on her
When he was in his arms, he stuck out his tongue and poked it in.
It was still very gentle. Even the hand he placed on her neck and rubbed it was gentler than ever before. He was sucking in her unique sweetness and smelled of wine. He frowned slightly and bit her lightly as if punishing.
The lips suddenly became gentle again.
Brushing her neat teeth, chasing the tip of her little tongue that was at a loss...
It wasn't until she was almost out of breath and about to faint in his arms that he reluctantly let her go.
Lowering his head slightly, he could see her pretty blushing face, misty eyes, and slightly parted lips, which were red and attractive but a little red and swollen from his kiss.
The hands holding her waist couldn't help but tighten, and a gleam of fire rose in his dark eyes.
Her innocent and confused expression was like a feather, constantly fluttering in his heart. Under the violent beating, even the smell of wine emanating from her slightly parted red lips seemed to be able to intoxicate his eyes.
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As if with a low curse, he pressed her lips eagerly again. This time, it was a wild plunder. The oxygen Han Yixing had just obtained was sucked up by him again, and his whole body became even more powerless and fell into his arms.
I can't tell the difference between north and south.
He bit her lightly again, followed the corners of his lips, and kissed her neck. It was light or heavy, and there was a slight itch. She lay in his arms and gasped for air. She felt that she no longer felt like herself.