How could she think that Yun Zheng was a cold-blooded person? It turned out that after lifting the veil, he was just as susceptible to the temptation of lust as those men.
This was the first time that Lin Qingran looked squarely at Yun Zheng's desires, and for the first time she knew that behind his self-control and gentleness was a passion that could set a prairie fire on fire.
Under Yun Zheng's vigorous desire, she clearly realized that this man was really attracted to her and had feelings for her, so she was dominated by desire.
This realization made Lin Qingran's heart tremble, and she didn't even know how to look at the man hugging her.
While she was absent-minded, the man's lips had already covered her lips, and he moved them softly over and over again. The hot breath hit her nostrils, and her lips were cut off by the hot kiss. The tip of his flexible tongue invaded her lips, stirring them wantonly.
, grinding and turning, feeling his body heat soaking into her, crazy, desperate, extremely depressed and determined, with fierce demands, as if she wanted to pour all her emotions into this kiss.
Lips touched each other, the hot breath entangled endlessly, they kissed deeply, entangled, and the violence between their lips and tongue made Lin Qingran feel raw. The sweet and bitter taste spread in his mouth, and he didn't know who bit who.
Not knowing who was tossing whom, Lin Qingran stopped struggling in vain and allowed herself to get what she wanted, until both of them gasped and ended this ridiculous kiss.
Lin Qingran's mind went blank for a moment. She seemed to be frightened by his fierce kiss, and also frightened by her own feelings: Why was Yun Zheng's kiss so crazy and so depressing?
I don't know how long it took, but Yun Zheng slowly buried his head in her trembling shoulder blades and uttered a helpless and somewhat suppressed sigh: "Xiaoran, this time..."
The voice below was too low, and Lin Qingran couldn't hear it clearly for a while, but he didn't miss his unusual voice.
His voice was a little desolate, a little sad, a little hopeful, a little excited, a little charming after bathing in fire, and even more so, there was a kind of joy that she couldn't see through.
Lin Qingran felt a sharp pain in her heart. His voice seemed to be carrying a magic spell, hitting her heart so hard that she almost couldn't breathe: How could such a weak tone come from Yun Zheng's mouth? Her Yun Zheng
Zheng...how could the always arrogant Yun Zheng have such a humble tone?
The original shame and anger were all gone at this moment, leaving only a slight feeling of distress.
In the quiet darkness, rustling sounds sounded, indicating that the pair of wild mandarin ducks had left, but the two of them were still so close to each other, clinging to each other in the darkness.
"Yun Zheng, let's go back!" After a long time, Lin Qingran spoke slowly, with a somewhat **** meaning.
"Xiaoran, you...want me, okay?" The man's voice was like a fine wine soaked in fragrant wine, with a dull tone that actually trembled a little.
Want him?
Lin Qingran's body trembled and tensed up again. After a while, she said softly: "Yun Zheng, it's too dark here, let's go out and talk!"
Yun Zheng was special. Lin Qingran knew that in her heart, Yun Zheng was different. But what should she do? Her heart was full of holes and her love had been exhausted. How could she still be able to give Yun Zheng something like this?
The love that Zheng wants?
How could she want him like this?
Her Yun Zheng is so good, how could she be willing to tarnish his nobility with her ugly and scarred heart.