1720. Chapter 1720 Moonlight Gentle His Art of War [14]
The night is very long and gentle.
Perhaps it was because they were in the same mood, so this night seemed to be particularly different from the past.
Bo Jinghan seemed to be awakened, and he seemed to be drifting in a dream like he had never woken up before.
But every cell in her body felt his tenderness keenly.
The delicate kiss, the hot lips, the hot body, the steady heartbeat, the loving touch...
Feeling dizzy being kissed, held, and caressed.
His warm lips followed her chin, across her neck and collarbone, and he repeated in a low voice, "jet'aime!"
The buttons on the chest were unbuttoned one by one.
Bo Jinghan, who fell under Lu Yan's seemingly gentle but hot and powerful offensive, seemed drunk.
She held his neck and let him do whatever he wanted.
From time to time, she would kiss and entangle her lips and tongue with him.
When he brought her back to consciousness, Lu Yan had already peeled off her pajamas.
And he was holding the bed with one hand, looking down at her, as if he was admiring this beauty that had never been peeped by others and belonged entirely to him...
Perhaps that look was too raw and fiery.
Bo Jinghan's heart suddenly panicked, and she subconsciously wanted to seek cover. She looked around but couldn't find anything suitable. In desperation, she instinctively hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to use his body to cover herself.
Lu Yan couldn't help but sip, but a gentle smile flashed across his burning eyes.
This Nier, it turns out that she is really thin-skinned in this regard!
But this, this is not a cover-up, it is clearly——
"Nier, are you so anxious that you just throw yourself into my arms?"
He sighed deeply, but his warm palms covered her softness without any warning.
The private territory was suddenly invaded. The blushing Bao Jinghan couldn't help but widen his eyes and wanted to scream, but his warm lips attached to her again, sucking the lips as soft as cherry blossom petals, and pulled her
All the voices were taken away.
Can't push, can't move.
The helpless Bo Jinghan gradually became emotional under his meticulous teasing.
She clearly felt an indescribable emptiness that reminded her of the dream she had just had, as if she was floating up and down in the sea, waiting for someone to redeem her...
Of course, she had to make a very serious statement.
The dream just now was definitely not spring...cough, a dream!
**, gradually rising.
Bo Jinghan can clearly feel his own, and naturally he can also feel his.
My heart, which was already beating so fast, seemed to be about to jump into my throat.
She was nervous, very nervous.
But when Lu Yan's slightly hoarse voice, dyed with rich aphrodisiac, gently hit her eardrum, she who was originally nervous and wanted to pretend to faint without knowing it, suddenly calmed down.
And everything after that seemed to fall into place.
She whimpered and trembled, completely possessed by him, letting him look at her, struggling repeatedly, ups and downs on the edge of happiness and pain, and finally sank into the almost crazy joy.
And many nights after that, she would often think of that tender moonlit night, when he used his deep and sexy voice to seriously confuse her mind, and said in a deep and domineering voice: "Jinghan, give yourself to me.
I...let us go crazy together! We will be together for the rest of our lives..."
The results of a night of indulgence can be imagined.
Bo Jinghan has heard that this kind of thing happens once, becomes familiar the second time, and is pure enjoyment after the third time.
But now, she just wants to fiercely refute that bastard who said this!
