The soft tip of the tongue faintly traces the beautiful and thin lips of the youth.

An inch, an inch.

Seductive and soft.

Unlike the kiss that fell on the cheek last time, it was a touch.

This time......

Delicate, messy, and warm.

The boy was completely stunned.

The body has never moved a bit, even the corners of the clothes are hanging down like flowing clouds, flowers blooming and falling, and they are not shocked.

Only the long, thick, pitch-black curly eyelashes hung slightly, sometimes trembling and fluttering like a phoenix butterfly.

The overly long eyelashes gently swept over her fair and smooth cheeks as they flickered, tickling.

Feather eyelashes are intertwined, breath intertwined.

No longer satisfied with the simple touch between lips, Fenghua pinched the two crystalline fingers of the young man's delicate jaw, and used a little force, she half-bit the young man's lip, making the color more and more vivid as blood, with a smile, and said in a low coaxy: "...... Well, open your mouth. ”

What a domineering president.

Wei Celadon Qing's elegant Adam's apple rolled, and in the carriage that was so quiet that only a slightly thick and burning breath remained, the sound of swallowing saliva was exceptionally clear.

Fenghua smiled even more happily, and said vaguely with red lips: "Childe, don't hold on......"

She leaned over, a beautiful flower rising from the hem of her white skirt, and knelt on the young man's lap.

In front of him is her, behind him is the wooden wall of the carriage, there is no way to retreat, there is no way to avoid it.

From a distance, the carriage was moving slowly in the dark, and the curtains of the carriage faintly outlined an overlapping figure.

The woman sat on the young man's lap, her beautiful figure elongated, like a slender crescent, and her long inky hair poured down, covering half of her face.

Quiet and charming, enchanting.

The faces of the two were so close that they were almost face to face, and their breaths lingered together.

Wei Celadon was beating like a pound, turning the earth in his chest, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.

His eyes were dark, as if he were covered in a layer of flames, hiding the scorching magma.

Overwhelming.

"Ding! The target character, Wei Celadon, has a friendship of 10 and a strategy completion of 45!"

"Rouge ......"

The young man wanted to say something, his lips moved slightly, but before he was about to spit out a word, she took advantage of it......

Take advantage of the opportunity to invade.

Pry open two watery flaps of bright lips.

Between the lips and teeth, the fragrance is pervasive, and the fragrance is radiant......

Kiss.

Kissing with a stunning teenager.

Undoubtedly, it is a very enjoyable thing both physically and mentally.

However, Her Majesty has forgotten one thing, she is now ...... Paper Man.

So when the temperature in the carriage was rising, the breath was ambiguous like fire, the lips and teeth were wet and blurred, and she was suddenly weightless and fluttering into a wisp of soul, Fenghua was confused.

A piece of white paper in the shape of a small man swayed and fell on the young man's pale blue robe.

Poor and helpless.

Wei celadon was also stunned.

His slender fingers moved slightly, and he subconsciously picked up the little paper figure on his robe, and held it under his eyes to take a closer look, and his lustrous lips couldn't help but reveal a strange color.

Laughing, not laughing.

It's like he's trying to endure something.

Far from mockery.

Her Majesty the Empress came back to her senses from her state of bewilderment, and when she saw the young man's expression at a glance, she suddenly became inexplicably annoyed, her tone was no longer lazy, and she warned softly:

"Don't laugh."

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as her voice fell, the young man burst out laughing.

The colors are scorching.