She took his hand, slowly moved closer, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
His lips were healthy and elastic, soft but not thin, and looked a bit evil-like red due to drinking. Her lips were soft and cold, and she actively stretched them, making his blood boil, and his emotions were like a tide, very
The pleasure surged. He stretched out his strong arms, hugged her head, and kissed her deeply. His body sank, pressing her against the bed sheet, and his rapid breathing fell on her ears and neck, and because he was afraid of hurting her, he
The kisses on her neck were as thin and dense as a dragonfly touching water.
As his kiss gradually moved down, his big hand also changed its location, stroking her soft body. A numb shiver came from the place where he touched, as thin as an electric current, "cracking", and she was gone in the blink of an eye.
All over the body.
She suddenly blinked her eyes and saw a blush on his cheeks, moaning excitedly. Then a burst of violent movements turned her unspoken words into broken whispers...
The enthusiasm he had accumulated for so many days seemed to turn into a passionate little beast at this moment, attacking again and again, as if owning her was just an instinct and desire he was born with...
There was a mist in front of her eyes. At this moment, it was almost impossible to tell where she was and where she was going.
"Qingyu..."
He whispered in her ear, and the tide rolling inside her body had already exceeded the range that her reason could bear.
She hugged the strong body above her, and her slender fingers were embedded in his back because it was too intense. Under the passionate kiss, she finally forgot everything, right or wrong, past, present, or future.
Her bra hung pitifully on the edge of the bed. It was shaking and slowly fell to the floor.
When she was fully immersed in it, her cell phone had been set to silent, vibrating for a long time, and was not picked up.
Finally, in a dark corner, it slowly stopped and fell into silence.
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When Mu Qingyu walked out of the bathroom, Leng Yunlin outside was already asleep.
He had already drank the medicines on the table, including sleeping pills and hangover pills.
Although he was not very drunk, the combination of alcohol, exercise, and the power of sleeping pills finally made him fall into a deep sleep.
Her hair had been dried, and she gently sat on the edge of the bed to look at his peaceful sleeping face. Leng Yunlin was sleeping like a quiet child. The corners of his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were lightly wrinkled.
Even in sleep, I am not stable.
Her fingers gently crossed his eyebrows, as if she wanted to smooth out his frown. An indescribable feeling gradually surged under her pale pupils, but all these emotions were deeply suppressed by her.
She lowered her head gently, and her lips gradually came closer to the corners of his crimson lips.
There was a touch of tenderness coming from her soft and curved lips, which was his warm breath. She opened her eyes slightly, and her faint gaze flowed under the long and dense eyelashes, and under the dim yellow bedside lamp, she seemed to
The warm sun in the winter afternoon brought a sense of peace of mind. Her hair fell gently on his cheek, feeling a little itchy. He seemed to feel something, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he never opened his eyes.