"Let's fall in love again!" Feng Hao looked down at her and pressed her against the railing, "No need to mention the past, no need to think about going over. Start again..."
“When day starts?”
Feng Hao rubbed her body and pressed her down, smiling evilly: "You said! Or, let's start from now on?"
"No..." Before she could say anything, Feng Hao was blocked back.
The tender and deep kiss burned the air on the terrace. The two of them hugged each other, as if they were missing oxygen, their breathing became heavier.
Xia Yucheng's arms were tightly wrapped around him. The unique aura of a mature man and the faint fragrance that belonged only to him always made her unable to help but be greedy and intoxicated...
"Hao..." Xia Yucheng finally found some reason, turned her head and leaned against his shoulder to extinguish the burning fire in her body. "May is sleeping..."
"She fell asleep!"
Xia Yucheng's face was red and red. Even if she fell asleep, she was in the same space through the floor-to-ceiling door?
"Otherwise, go to the guest room?" The man smiled softly, and her face turned redder.
"It's so hot, I blushed! Do you know? Being gentle and kind is your nature. You used to be so obedient and attached to me." His face was next to her, feeling the passion that made him happy,"
Actually, you want to?"
"..." Xia Yucheng lowered her eyes and her cheeks became hot, just like a fire.
"What are you afraid of? It is normal to have a need for a man like me." He lowered his head more and more, and his scorching breath sprayed on her face.
"Who needs it? You're always sending it..." She became more and more embarrassed, shrank her head and hid in his face, but her hand touched his back and hugged him hard.
She wanted to say something, but she was really embarrassed to say those words to him.
"Would you like to start over with me?" He carried her to the recliner, his affectionate gaze fell on her face, and asked softly.
"I do not understand!"
"Then I will teach you!" He was happy to be her teacher, whether psychologically or physically, emotionally or spiritually.
In the night, Feng Hao rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, his eyes filled with care.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.
Xia Yucheng didn't struggle. After a while, she raised her head, looked at him calmly for a while, and then stepped forward to find his thin lips.
Her kiss was very awkward, without any skills, and it could even be said to be messy, but it was enough to make Feng Hao feel excited.
After all, this seemed to be the first time she took the initiative to kiss him after meeting him again.
But just a moment, she stopped kissing, turned her head and looked at the stars in the sky, her eyes dazed.
"What's wrong? Are you worried?" Seeing her in a moment of confusion, Feng Hao asked with distress, "Didn't you say it? Start over, don't mention the past, don't think about going over. Xiao Guai..."
He lowered affectionately and hugged her tightly.
"I'm just a little dazed. Such nights seem familiar. I seem to like nights with stars, and every time this time, I feel very special." She withdrew her gaze at the starry sky, lowered her eyes, and looked sad.
"Since it seems familiar, we will make this memory deeper."
They spent more than once together under the stars before, and her familiarity was obviously also in the subconscious.