No, it's not a liking, it's just a crush on her!

It's just that she is dissatisfied, she will be more ruthless than herself, more indifferent than herself, and more fearless than herself!

But why, as if reflexively, when her soft lips came up, he reached out and wrapped one hand around her slender waistline, while the other went back from her neck to the back of her head and deepen the kiss?

He must be crazy, he actually thinks that this is not enough, not enough to taste her sweetness wantonly, and he can't wait to rub her whole body into his own body!

A deep kiss, reluctantly parted after a long time. Even, between their lips, an ambiguous silver thread was pulled. Looking at the soft and bright face like a delicate flower in front of him, the rippling eyes like a spring dawn, and the sweet and crystal lips like jelly, his voice couldn't help but soften. Although he was still questioning, his tone was like flirting: "Tell me, are you wrong?"

"Yes, yes, it's you who is wrong. She was slightly drunk, as if she had drunk too much, stretched out her white and slender arms, and poked at his thin red lips with dough-like fingers, but he was ambiguously puffed in his mouth, imitating their movements when they were just intense, one in and one out.

"It's just that you're wrong. The man's little tongue, round and round, hooked her fingers ambiguously, and then, his eyes were slightly raised. The unruly eyes actually carried a touch of vague desire.

"I just got right...... Ahh

This woman, will she die if she admits a mistake?

Why is it that at this time, you refuse to admit your mistake and give in softly?

But don't say it, he just loves her with such a personality that never admits defeat. It seems that conscripting and subduing a noble and arrogant woman is much more fulfilling than those who only know how to be obedient!

"Are you wrong?" he asked again, pecking at the corner of her lips.

"That's right!" she replied unconvinced, in exchange for a powerful attack from him.

"Are you wrong?" he softened, filling his entire heart.

"I didn't—ah———" she replied softly, and what she got was another wave of his shock, and the happiness of her whole body seemed to be the ups and downs of the water, and the waves crashed on the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

The sound of blissful groaning, the gurgling of water, and the two bodies hugging each other one after another, and, this nourishing conversation—

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I didn't!"

"Are you wrong?"

"I'm not wrong. ”

This quiet library with the fragrance of ink is the most beautiful music!

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The joy seems endless.

Luckily, the sofa is big enough and not a rarity, but the fabric sofa is soft enough for two people to lie side by side.

After finishing, Leng Yunting hugged her body tightly and held her whole person in his arms.

The sufficiency of his body and the satisfaction of his heart made his whole person have an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness.

Especially, when he turned to the side and looked at Luo Qingxue who was lying beside him. She seemed to sense his approach, her little head rubbing against his shoulder socket, her red lips slightly hooked, and mischievously stealing a scent at his slightly cyan stubble's chin.

It's like a lazy cat that eats delicious little fish.

He has had many women, but none of them are as fearless as she is under his recklessness and coldness.