The moment their lips touched, Luo Xichen felt the tension of the girl in her arms. Her whole body tensed up, and her cold red lips trembled pitifully.
The soft purple-blue light fell on her fair and elegant skin, giving it a faint color.
An unprecedented feeling of pity rose from her body, and Luo Xichen's movements began to become gentle. Her lips were a little dry.
He stuck out his tongue and began to trace the dreamy shape of her lips, until the dryness turned into moistness, and the moistness into tenderness. He traced it religiously over and over again.
Su Wanqing's glass-like black pupils were half-opened. She and he were like smoke to a ship's mast, she surrounded him, and he dominated her, accompanying her.
Diagonally ahead of the corner, there is a window that looks through the gentle trees in the dark night.
Su Wanqing saw the painting on the window. There was a four-winged angel tied to the huge cross. Her expression was holy and sad, and the golden holy light flashed above her head, and she was accepting God's judgment.
Prophecy in the dark, original sin.
At the same time, Luo Xichen's slightly opened lips filled Su Wanqing's slightly opened mouth, and his aggressive tongue full of masculine scent penetrated her lips, gently sweeping her shell-like teeth.
He was very patient and kept doing it over and over again until he was able to pry open the shell teeth and drive straight in.
A strange, dreamlike expression, half joy, half pain, appeared on the two childish faces.
Luo Xichen's warm and soft tongue carefully swept every inch of the nectar's mouth. It was so fragrant and sweet, like a mimosa with soft leaves that would tremble at the slightest touch.
The hazy starlight, the ambiguous sounds, the ignorant feelings, the clear nectar, the sweet tenderness, and the slowly burning flame of love in the heart all grew silently in the young man's body. This girl named Su Wanqing has made people happy ever since.
He was haunted by dreams.
"Put your tongue in a little bit..." Luo Xichen was fascinated by the kiss, and at the same time carefully guided her with a magnetic voice like a magic spell, "Be good, move your tongue..."
Su Wanqing seemed to have fallen into an eternal dream of romantic love. She lost her sense of autonomy and sank. Her fairy-tale black eyes were filled with hazy water. She put her arms around the young man's waist and held it with her small hands.
His shirt and head were raised at a sixty-degree angle, like the holiest pilgrim, receiving the magical rain.
It turns out that this is what a first kiss tastes like.
The boy she was kissing had a maddening elegance and elusive mystery that instantly captured her whole mind.
By the time Su Wanqing came around completely from the dream-like charm, her slightly opened lips were empty. The young man named Luo Xichen had disappeared, but the platinum blue diamond cross pendant was still tight.
Hold it tightly in the palm of your hand.
He left without leaving a trace.
The scenes of the first kiss echoed in my mind, like fragments of editing full of crystal colors, scattered in confusion.
Su Wanqing clutched the boy's platinum blue diamond cross pendant as if she was possessed, ran from the dimly lit corner to the golden tempered glass guardrail on the third floor, leaned out and looked towards the hall on the second floor -
All the black-clad security personnel who were originally scattered around have been withdrawn, the riot has completely ended, and Luo Xichen and Luo Mingxuan have disappeared.
A new singer came on stage to sing, and the hall on the second floor returned to its former glory. Flirting male guests, charming nightclub girls, willing deals, and romantic scenes.
----------The moment their lips touched, Luo Xichen could feel the tension of the girl in her arms. Her whole body tensed up, and her cold red lips trembled pitifully.
The soft purple-blue light fell on her fair and elegant skin, giving it a faint color.
An unprecedented feeling of pity rose from her body, and Luo Xichen's movements began to become gentle. Her lips were a little dry.
He stuck out his tongue and began to trace the dreamy shape of her lips, until the dryness turned into moistness, and the moistness into tenderness. He traced it religiously over and over again.
Su Wanqing's glass-like black pupils were half-opened. She and he were like smoke to a ship's mast, she surrounded him, and he dominated her, accompanying her.
Diagonally ahead of the corner, there is a window that looks through the gentle trees in the dark night.
Su Wanqing saw the painting on the window. There was a four-winged angel tied to the huge cross. Her expression was holy and sad, and the golden holy light flashed above her head, and she was accepting God's judgment.
Prophecy in the dark, original sin.
At the same time, Luo Xichen's slightly opened lips filled Su Wanqing's slightly opened mouth, and his aggressive tongue full of masculine scent penetrated her lips, gently sweeping her shell-like teeth.
He was very patient and kept doing it over and over again until he was able to pry open the shell teeth and drive straight in.
A strange, dreamlike expression, half joy, half pain, appeared on the two childish faces.
Luo Xichen's warm and soft tongue carefully swept every inch of the nectar's mouth. It was so fragrant and sweet, like a mimosa with soft leaves that would tremble at the slightest touch.
The hazy starlight, the ambiguous sounds, the ignorant feelings, the clear nectar, the sweet tenderness, and the slowly burning flame of love in the heart all grew silently in the young man's body. This girl named Su Wanqing has made people happy ever since.
He was haunted by dreams.
"Put your tongue in a little bit..." Luo Xichen was fascinated by the kiss, and at the same time carefully guided her with a magnetic voice like a magic spell, "Be good, move your tongue..."
Su Wanqing seemed to have fallen into an eternal dream of romantic love. She lost her sense of autonomy and sank. Her fairy-tale black eyes were filled with hazy water. She put her arms around the young man's waist and held it with her small hands.
His shirt and head were raised at a sixty-degree angle, like the holiest pilgrim, receiving the magical rain.
It turns out that this is what a first kiss tastes like.
The boy she was kissing had a maddening elegance and elusive mystery that instantly captured her whole mind.
By the time Su Wanqing came around completely from the dream-like charm, her slightly opened lips were empty. The young man named Luo Xichen had disappeared, but the platinum blue diamond cross pendant was still tight.
Hold it tightly in the palm of your hand.
He left without leaving a trace.
The scenes of the first kiss echoed in my mind, like fragments of editing full of crystal colors, scattered in confusion.
Su Wanqing clutched the boy's platinum blue diamond cross pendant as if she was possessed, ran from the dimly lit corner to the golden tempered glass guardrail on the third floor, leaned out and looked towards the hall on the second floor -
All the black-clad security personnel who were originally scattered around have been withdrawn, the riot has completely ended, and Luo Xichen and Luo Mingxuan have disappeared.
A new singer came on stage to sing, and the hall on the second floor returned to its former glory. Flirting male guests, charming nightclub girls, willing deals, and romantic scenes.