"If you don't want to stand up, you will have to be crushed by me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he placed his kiss on her lips that were slightly parted in shock, moving on her lips in a somewhat teasing way.
This sudden change frightened Qian Qianqian's mind into going blank, and he even deprived him of the opportunity to react.
A slight smile flashed across Shi Jing's eyes, and the tip of his tongue broke into her territory somewhat predatorily, and moved in her mouth playfully.
However, the next second, the original teasing was replaced by another obsession. I never thought that her taste would be so beautiful, as if I couldn't get enough of it.
The tip of his tongue explored her mouth, trying to find the sweet fragrance that should belong to him.
The hands wrapped around her waist became more forceful, and the teasing kiss, which was originally intended to be a shallow taste, gradually deepened, and even seemed to completely integrate her into his heart.
He tasted her sweetness carefully, and gradually found that he had become addicted, so addicted that he didn't want to let her go.
Qian Qianqian's mind was in chaos at this time, but she knew very well that her first kiss was a "heroic sacrifice" at the mouth of the capitalist.
However, she found that she did not reject such a kiss, and she was secretly happy and even obsessed with the touch and smell that the mirror brought to her.
But what confused her was why she felt a sense of bitterness and fear amidst her secret joy.
What is she afraid of and what is she bitter about?
Why does this familiar feeling make her feel like she has seen her before?
Mirror of Time, he is Mirror of Time, he is a god that mortals cannot touch, a god that cannot be reached, she.
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Maybe it can only be a one-time tribute to God.
After finishing once, such a god would naturally have other tributes offered to him.
Her heart ached even more because of the thought of this possibility.
The next second, she hurriedly pushed the mirror away from her, "I'm sorry."
When these three words fell out of nowhere, she didn't have any extreme reaction. She just walked around Shi Jing in fear, ignored his stunned eyes, and ran towards the road.
"Qianqian!"
Shi Jing's anxious voice came from behind her, but she turned a deaf ear and just wanted to get out of here quickly.
Before Shi Jing could catch up with her, she had already stopped a taxi and got in.
Through the window, she saw Shi Jing's annoyed back sitting in the car. ZA8888 looked so dazzling and eye-catching like a god in the night.
The world of gods is beyond the reach of a mortal like her.
She sat in the car, shook her head mockingly, and her eyes became inexplicably sour.
The cell phone rang at this moment, startling her, and she picked it up. The number on it was Shijing's number, and the alarming ringtone made her feel frightened.
Biting her lower lip and remaining silent for a long time, she hung up the phone and said to the driver in front of her: "Master, please drive faster."
"Haha, little girl, did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"
The driver in front started to laugh and joke. Seeing Qian Qianqian's anxious and uncomfortable look, he guessed that it was probably a quarrel between the young couple.
Hearing the driver ask this, Qian Qianqian smiled and shook his head, "No, he is not my boyfriend."
"Haha, that's what couples who have had a fight would say."