One dollar can be considered money... Jing thought about it for a moment, nodded to Liangchen, and said confidently: "Yes."
"How many?"
This question was asked so quickly that Jinghao couldn't answer it.
If she said she only had one yuan, wouldn't that mean her lack of money would be revealed?
Liangchen looked at Jing Haohao's hesitant expression, chuckled, and said, "It's definitely not as much as the money in my bank card."
Even though what Liangchen said was the truth, Jing Haohao still pouted unhappily because of the truth.
Her lips were red and tender, adding a layer of soft light under the light. When she pursed her lips, a ripple appeared in Liangchen's heart. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pursed her lips.
He pressed his lips.
Jing Haohao pouted again.
Press again when the time comes.
This time, before he could pull his fingers away, Jing Haohao's lips moved slightly, and an unspeakable electric current jumped directly into his heart along his fingertips, making him unable to help but
He gently bent his fingers and put them into Jing Haohao's lips, stroking them gently.
Jing Haohao's eyes were wide open, and she squatted in front of the coffee table as if she was shocked. After a long time, she gently rolled her eyes and met Liangchen's dark and calm eyes.
His eyes met hers, and immediately, the air in the entire room became still.
An ambiguous breath suddenly moved rapidly in the room.
Jing Haohao couldn't help but twitched her lips slightly again, causing Liangchen's fingers to tremble slightly on her lips. Then the man suddenly reached out and pulled her up from the ground, pulling her directly.
Into the arms.
His move was so quick that Jing Haohao didn't react at all. She shouted "Liangchen" in her mouth, and then she heard "I'm here" in her ears, and then her lips were cruelly touched by Liangchen.
Block it hard.
Jing Haohao's mind went blank for a moment, but he instinctively raised his hand and wrapped it around his neck.
…
The window in the living room was open, and the winter wind, with its biting chill, slowly blew in from the window, causing the cream-yellow curtains to float around, curling up a layer of chill.
The two people on the sofa were kissing like glue, with a passion that would melt the ice and snow outside the window.
Liangchen lingered and kissed Jing Haohao for a long time, then raised his hand, hugged her waist, and walked toward her bedroom.
It had been a long time since I had had this kind of skin-to-skin contact. Liangchen was as cautious as a novice. His movements were extremely gentle, with countless treasures, and there was also a hint of urgency in the tenderness.
Until the end, the two met honestly. He lowered his head, looked deeply into her eyes, slowly kissed her lips, and then slowly, slowly, he became one with her.
…
He woke up very early the next day, and Jing Haohao fell asleep in his arms. Her white skin was covered with the marks of his love for her.
He stared at her for a long time, but he felt that last night's Hibiscus Spring Night was like an unrealistic dream.
His hands couldn't help but move towards her body under the quilt, waking her up from her sleep. She glanced at him in confusion, turned around and wanted to continue falling asleep, but was stopped by him.
