You can tell by the look in your eyes. Chang Chang shook his head, hooked his neck with both hands, glanced at his lips with her pink lips, like a dragonfly, and even stretched out the tip of his tongue to trace his lips.
His lips were swept slowly from left to right.
With a shake of the head, the flowing long hair rippled with the waves, showing a trace of wildness. "Feed me."
"Um?"
Chang Shang raised her eyes: "That one?"
Chang Mian was very interested, and he swiped her lips with his tongue. He also stood up from the recliner and danced with her. His voice was also sultry: "How do you want me to feed you?"
"Use your mouth!"
"Listen to you."
Casually, Chang Mian picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Then, with a simple dance step, he locked her waist with one hand, making her use his own hand as a fulcrum, forcing her to lean back continuously.
Then his other hand lifted the back of her head, accurately captured her lips, and drank the wine with his mouth.
She pointed her toes, stretched out her hands, and wrapped them around Chang Mian's neck. Then she put one foot on the ground and put all the weight of her body on his hand that was supporting her waist.
The mellow red wine flowed from his mouth into her mouth bit by bit.
Chang Mian gathered it together and slowly pulled her upper body up.
Under the hot music, the atmosphere also became on fire.
His lips slid to her ear, and he breathed in a low voice: "Do you want more?"
"Of course..." She smiled lowly, making a proactive request. She inserted her tongue into her mouth, swept away the remaining wine drops, and said with unfinished content, "I haven't even tasted enough."
"Then let me dance with you first. If I am happy, I will reward you with wine. If I am not happy, I will make you drink."
Chang Shang blinked: "Is there any difference?"
"The difference is whether it's gentle or rough!"
She giggled, danced sharply, pushed him gently with her hand, slipped out of his hand, and then smiled sweetly, with smiling lips and a light tap of her fingertips, boo...
Blowing kisses!
Chang Mian pulled and flicked his bathrobe, revealing his strong chest, narrow waist, and pert hips. He chased her towards the fast-paced music.
The heat waves spread out in waves.
Soon, she once again became the one who couldn't escape from the palm of his hand. Chang Mian's breathing became heavier and heavier, and her hands caressed his skin, feeling unfailingly hot.
"Chang Mian, wine... I want to drink."
Chang Mian curled his lips in a low voice, with a joking voice wafting in her ears: "Then do you want me to reward you or flatter you?"
"It's up to you."
Her small, boneless hands stopped at the waistband of his pants. She paused and raised her head. With a somewhat excited and shy expression, she called out in a low voice: "Tell me, do you want to reward me or drink me...
"
"Of course I want to... drink you, haha!" Chang Mian pinched her chin, hugged her and slid to the low table. He took the remaining half bottle of red wine and pointed it directly at her mouth, not to drink, but to drink.
It's pouring!
Chang Shang hurriedly hid.
But it's too late.
Men were the worst at this time. Chang Mian was not willing to let her hide. He held her chin and domineeringly and hatefully poured a big sip on her, choking Chang Shang and making her cough violently.
"you…………"
She wanted to accuse, but Chang Mian didn't give her a chance, "Does it taste good? Do you want more?"
"Ugh, Chang Mian, you bad guy." She just wanted to pretend to be drunk, but she had no intention of actually being drunk by him.