Before Qian Weiran could react, she had been turned over into his arms and sat between his legs. Before she could speak, she just raised her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, he was tightly captured by a thin, cool lip, sucking and biting it without leaving any room.
"Um... Su... um..."
Inadvertently, he pried open the locked teeth, and a slippery thing slipped in. He pressed the back of Qian Weiran's head and deepened the kiss. All the struggles were submerged under his powerful offensive.
The slightly dyed body pressed against his chest uncontrollably, soft against firm.
Is it better to overcome strength with softness, or...
Qian Weiran could only widen her pupils and look at him in disbelief. He was actually kissing her? Do you think she was dreaming? How could he kiss her?
Her little hands could only hold Su Zimo's shoulders tightly. She didn't know that things would turn out like this, and their current actions were even more ambiguous.
What's more, she was wearing Su Zimo's shirt, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. She was so unreservedly soft against his chest...
Su Zimo didn't want others to think about other things when they were kissing him, so he bit her mouth hard.
"Well...it hurts..."
Qian Weiran let out a dissatisfied cry, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked pitiful, like a pet.
Su Zimo temporarily let go, held her in his arms, raised her chin, and breathed softly: "It won't hurt if you blow it..."
By the way, he didn't say anything heavy, so why did he cry?
His slightly stained pupils were filled with water mist, and he stared without blinking at the overly handsome face in front of him that suddenly became as gentle as water.
His shallow breaths tickled her face, and her thin lips opened and closed slightly, blowing rhythmically. Only her mother would blow air to her when she was a child.
"Su Zimo..." She felt a little moved in her heart. She is a person who is easily moved, so please don't hurt her.
"Anthracene?" He was helping her treat the wound very carefully, but when he heard her calling him, he naturally raised his eyes.
She suddenly hugged Su Zimo's neck, pressed down, and pressed her lips deliberately. She bit his lips hard and whispered: "In the future... you can't do anything to others.
Same thing..."
There was a strange emotion in Su Zimo's dark eyes, but it disappeared after just a moment. He hugged the person in his arms tightly and curled up the corner of his mouth: "Do you like me?"
"I...just...well..."
It was just Qian Weiran's pure revenge that she bit him, but now she was kissed by him again.
It just simply blocked her mouth. There was no deep development, nor the fiery entanglement of lips and tongues as imagined.
"I don't want to hear the next five words."
"I...um..." Before she could finish her words, he gently and yet forcefully captured her lips, his tongue touching her teeth and tracing her lips carefully.
For a moment, his gentle and sweet kiss made Qian Weiran fall into despair again. This damn gentleness was full of torture, and she had to be guided by him, and she responded little by little.
Sometimes he is incomprehensible and scary, sometimes the calculation flashing in his eyes makes people think he is an old fox, but sometimes people feel gentle and irresistible?
Which one is the most real him? She doesn't understand. She only knows that he is very gentle at this moment, safe and comfortable in his arms.
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