Thinking of this, she hurried onto the deck with a sharp stride.

The man lies on the deck, his whole body in a relaxed posture.

She threw herself over and knelt in front of him.

Reaching out and pulling open his collar, the wound on his left shoulder was clearly visible.

"What? Want it? The man smiled softly and lovingly touched her head, "Come and let me hug me." ”

She was blushing, a little writhing and shy.

He didn't care whether she agreed or not, and as soon as he pulled her into his arms, her delicate body lay on top of him.

She kissed the wound.

The scene of life and death clearly flashed in her mind.

"I was flattered to be so nice to me all of a sudden." Jin Zeming joked, kneading his big palm along the curve of her body.

She has a good figure and delicate skin.

Through the thin fabric, he imagined the beautiful touch, and his breathing became short.

"Stars"

"Huh?"

"Follow me"

"Stop, stop, don't say it yet, listen to me," she knew what the man was going to say, and quickly half-propped herself up and poked the wound with her fingers, "I know how you got this wound." ”

"Tell me about it!" He took her finger and brought it to his lips, white teeth leaving a few marks on her fine white fingers.

"It hurts!" Luo Xingchen deliberately complained, then squinted his eyes and said, "Your wound is a gunshot wound." It was nothing to you, but the stupid medic didn't handle it properly, and she cut open your wound with a knife and pulled the bullet out of it. Finally clumsily used gunpowder and ignited your wounds"

She seemed to be talking casually, but her heart was already hurting heartbreakingly.

The scene of that year is vivid.

It was this man who taught her what heroism is and what fearlessness is.

Suddenly, her eyes moistened.

"Even if you're right, you really know how to guess, and it's in the movie?" Jin Zeming pressed her head on his chest and kissed the top of her hair with pity, "This injury is really nothing to me." ”

"Do you remember those things before you lost your memory?"

"I don't remember!"

"What a pity!" Luo Xingchen was disappointed, but not surprised.

"But I remember the same."

Luo Xingchen's heart tightened, "What? What do you remember? Let's talk about it. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her body had been flipped over by the man and pressed under her.

The man's eyes were dark, his expression was doting, and there was a little burning desire, "I remember you!" ”

Her heart trembled, and her slender arms wrapped around his neck, "Do you really remember me?" Who am I? ”

Knowing that what he said was not true, she still hoped to hear the answer she wanted with anticipation.

"You're a star! I don't want to remember anything, I just want to remember how I want you," he chuckled.

The low laughter has a special charm in the dark night.

She sighed under her breath and kissed his face with pity, distress, and finally kissed on his sexy thin lips.

He first accepted her initiative, and then kissed her fiercely to regain control.

It is a domineering and gentle kiss full of pity, without possession and plunder.

His embrace was strong and strong, and his hands gradually tightened, as if to rub her into his.

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