Kissing Confession [3]

The green tea soup left a meandering trail along the tabletop, flowing to the edge, falling drop by drop.

She grabbed something from the side in a panic and wiped the water on the table, subconsciously trying to escape the scene just now.

What happened to her just now? How could he sink into Rong Yi's kiss and lose his judgment little by little.

"It's wet here, too," a nice male voice suddenly sounded.

Ming Yulong looked over and saw that the tea soup fell under Rong Yi's clothes, so he subconsciously took a handkerchief to wipe it.

I didn't pay any attention to what I was holding in my hand, I just wiped it again and again, and my thoughts became a mess, and I couldn't figure out which place was the head.

"My little fool." Rong Yi looked at her stunned face, sighed helplessly, and held her wrist with knobby fingers, "Do you want to help me dry the tea, or do you think the clothes are too clean?" ”

Ming Yulong looked blankly at the things he was grasping in his hands, it was a piece of good plain silk, soft as smoke in his hand, and it was the best product to wipe good utensils.

Of course, that was when there was no ink on it.

This piece of silk is obvious, and someone has written on it.

After being stained with tea, the ink blurred again, and the black marks on the lightly purple clothes were extremely black.

Embarrassment!

It's all because she's so distracted!

She looked at the handkerchief in her hand, showing a hint of embarrassment, and didn't know how to remove this black mess, scratched her ears, and said in a tangled way:

"So what to do, it's already darkened? Why don't I wash it for you? ”

"This one is expensive." Rong Yi had a smile in his eyes, and his voice was a little dull and hoarse, "It's better to pay for it......"

Ming Yulong's heart was filled with countless grass and mud horses galloping past.

What kind of rhythm is this!

Why does she think that today's Rong Yi is too abnormal!

She picked up the plain silk and threw it at him, with the lingering water in her eyes, and said angrily: "When you kissed me just now, I didn't stain your clothes, what the hell is the reason!" ”

Rong Yi reached out to catch Su Juan, like white jade's delicate fingers pinched it and threw it gently, and it fell accurately at the handshake of the window.

"Do you know what the reason is?"

His eyes were like the moonlight, the deep light like black jade converged into a deep whirlpool under his eyes, and the elegant smile was contained in the corners of his lips, with a hint of arrogance in the light.

The skin exudes a cold glow like porcelain, like a dazzling pearl in the night light, delicate to the point that there is no blemish.

The face is so seductive.

The gesture is so charming.

Ming Yulong found his meager resistance in the upside-down confusion, his fingers clenched involuntarily, built the wall in his heart, and said with a smile in what he thought was the most casual tone:

"I don't know what to do."

"Looks like I'm going to have to strengthen your knowledge." There was a hint of dark light in Rong Yi's eyes, but soon, the flickering light in the phoenix's eyes flowed, and the spring water broke through the ice and snow and turned into thousands of ripples.

How to strengthen?

Before Ming Yulong could ask these four words, he hugged her in his arms again, and this time the kiss was more aggressive than just now.

Rong Yi didn't give her the slightest chance to retreat, and her powerful arms wrapped around her slender waist