"Really? Are you really not mad at me? ”

"Well, no, no, no......"

His hard chin rested against her shoulder, his sideburns rubbing against her ear, and his hot thin lips kissed lightly on her white neck and shoulder.

"Jun Moyan, I miss you so much, I think you can't sleep, you can't eat, I miss you crying......" Wen Xiaoai became more and more uncomfortable the more she spoke, and her tears kept falling.

Jun Moyan's hand holding her body let go, he stepped back and pulled away from her a little distance, turned his hands to hold her little face, kissed her lightly on the forehead, lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, and whispered:

"I miss you too......"

He thought she was going crazy.

Wen Xiaoai raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, sobbed a few times, and then put her arms around Jun Moyan's neck, pursed her lips and kissed his lips.

"Jun Moyan, I'm not a princess anymore, I don't want anything, I'm going to be with you......"

Jun Moyan held her little face, and a dense kiss like raindrops fell on her face.

"I don't want anything, I want you to ......"

He muttered as he kissed her cheek.

He was like finding a lost treasure, and the lovesickness of these days was finally redressed at this moment, so he kissed her again and again.

The urge of alcohol made him unable to control his behavior at all, or he simply wanted to go with his heart.

The hot kiss fell on her lips, and he opened his mouth to bite her lip flap, savoring it, sucking, lingering and abrasive.

The salty sweetness of his tears mixed with the smell of wine, he was getting more and more drunk, but he knew exactly what he was doing at the moment.

Wen Xiaoai could still respond to him at first, but when Jun Moyan's tongue pried open her teeth and the tip of her tongue touched her small tongue, Wen Xiaoai didn't know what to do.

Same as the last time he was drunk.

Only when he was drunk would he kiss her like this.

Wen Xiaoai's cheeks began to flush, not only because of the lack of oxygen due to the lack of breath, but also because of the shameful kiss between the two.

"Hmm......"

Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but moan, feeling that the blood all over her body was flowing backwards, her brain was hot, her eyes gradually became blurred, and her mouth was full of the taste of Jun Mo Yan and wine.

"Jun Mo...... Hmmm......"

He kissed her fiercer and harder, and he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.

Wen Xiaoai was kissed so badly that a pair of small hands were weakly propped up on his resolute chest, and he wanted to push but had no strength.

His breathing was messy and heavy, and his large hands were restless on her.

Finally, when Wen Xiaoai was about to suffocate, he let go of her and kissed the corners of her mouth instead.

Wen Xiaoai gasped for breath, and all the hot breath exhaled from her small mouth sprayed on Jun Moyan's face, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Before she could rest enough, Jun Moyan's kiss struck again.

Wen Xiaoai couldn't resist it, although she liked Jun Mo Yan kissing her very much, but it was a little too uncomfortable.

So she spoke up and said softly:

"Jun Mo Yan, it's cold ...... on the ground"

The next moment, without waiting for Wen Xiaoai to react, Jun Moyan suddenly hugged her and got up, and the sudden rise in height made Wen Xiaoai reflexively stretch out his arm and hook his neck.

Jun Moyan hugged her and walked straight to the bed.

Because of his drunkenness, his steps were a little unsteady, but he hugged her tightly.

As soon as Wen Xiaoai's body touched the bed, Jun Moyan's body covered it.

This was followed by his abrasive kiss.