Jiang Weiyi kissed his lips as hard as he could, tracing the shape of his lips carefully with the tip of his tongue, trying to tease his passion. He closed the car roof with one hand and stroked his chest with the other.
"..."
Xiang Yutian was dumbfounded and didn't react at all. His body was just stiff, allowing her to tease him.
Jiang Wei's fair hands opened the buttons on his chest and ambiguously reached into his chest.
Fingertips caressed her gently.
Touching the tattoo on his chest, the heavy color outlines the shape of her name one stroke at a time, and she feels the touch on her fingertips...
This touch made her feel distressed.
"Wait a minute." Xiang Yutian finally reacted and grabbed the little hand that was fanning the flames on his chest. His eyes were full of lust, but he tried his best to restrain himself and his voice became hoarse, "Go to the old house, you know I
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
He wanted to do it in the red-walled room where they first met.
I really don’t understand where he comes from with such a big obsession, and he has to choose a place.
"Okay, I will grant you whatever you want today."
Jiang Weiwei smiled slightly, fastened his seat belt again, stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew forward.
We drove through the three-way intersection where we met before.
The retro-colored trash can is still there, and nothing has changed.
Jiang Weiwei didn't slow down, and his eyes only had time to glance over.
Drive by in a hurry.
Leave that place behind, farther and farther, farther and farther...
Jiang Weiwei drove to the seaside. The fishing boats working on the sea were blowing their whistles, and the gray sea water was surging, covering all the unrest...
"Bang--"
Before her car stopped, Xiang Yutian suddenly opened the car door and rushed out.
In less than two seconds, the car door on Jiang Weiyi's side was also opened, and she was pulled out of the car with force by Xiang Yutian.
Before she could stand still, she was forced to throw herself into his arms.
Xiang Yutian hugged her body wildly and forcefully, stretched out his long legs and kicked her back.
The dilapidated door was kicked open by him.
Xiang Yutian carried her in and pushed her against the wall. Jiang Weiwei responded enthusiastically to his kiss, lips touching lips and tongues intertwining, forgetting everything.
The door was kicked shut by Xiang Yutian, blocking out the sound of the whistle in the distance.
Xiang Yutian held her and rotated along the wall, kissing her so passionately that he took off his shirt while kissing her, threw it to the ground, covered her plumpness with one hand through the fabric, and kneaded it gently with his fingertips...
"Um……"
Jiang Weiwei moaned slightly.
Xiang Yutian ripped off her clothes, picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
It didn't hurt as much as I imagined.
Jiang Weiwei looked at the white velvet blanket under him in astonishment. It was so dry that there was no dust on it, and the surrounding walls had been repainted.
Although the furniture is still old furniture from back then, it has been kept very clean and there is nothing bad about it.
"Have you changed the quilt?"
Jiang Weiwei was half-lying on the bed, with his hands propped back on the blanket. His clothes were torn so hard that they couldn't fall off, and his plump figure was looming, which attracted the attention of the man in front of him.
Xiang Yutian didn't bother to answer those boring questions, so he pounced on her and pulled her clothes, lowered his head and kissed her passionately, his wet and hot tongue going straight in, robbing her of all her taste.
Jiang Weiwei retreated to the bedside, and a pair of long, slender, jade-like arms wrapped around his shoulders...
"Miaomiao, my life is finally complete."
The moment he buried himself in her soft body, Xiang Yutian hugged her tightly, took her ear into his mouth, kissed her, and spoke in silence for a long time.