Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival

Song Jianzhi turned her face sideways, her cheeks like peach petals on a spring branch, shy and pink.

Her moon finally rises, and the moonlight splashes wantonly on the gentle lake.

Mingxu's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking up from this good dream:

"Just-"

Is it my own illusion just now? In fact, Song Jianzhi just got closer, that short-lived intimacy was just my own imagination, it was just the night, and it was just emotional.

Ming Xu looked at Song Jianzhi, who was unwilling to turn his head, his mouthpiece seemed to contain honey, and it seemed like he had swallowed wine.

The whole body is hot, the head is faint, and the sweetness is full.

The feeling of being favored by this person was too pleasant, too sweet, and the corners of her lips lifted uncontrollably.

How can it be enough?

She wants more.

Song Jianzhi should give her more.

Mingxu's bright eyes stared at Song Jianzhi, her fingers restrained on the back of the chair, her fingertips taut, trying to control the urge to hug.

"Can I continue to be angry?"

"Huh?"

Song Jianzhi leaned back a little, as if she was a little surprised that her plan had failed, and then she puffed out her mouth slightly and looked at Mingxu eagerly:

"Don't be mad at me."

"I really don't."

Ming Xu was unmoved and said, "I still want to be angry."

Song Jianzhi was a little anxious, her eyes were red, and she was about to say something.

Mingxu looked at her, pitiful and lovely, unbelievably soft, her heart turned into a fondant roasted on the fire, and the whole turned into a hot sugar juice.

"I'm angry, can you kiss me again?"

Song Jianzhi was stunned for a moment, then the blush that had just disappeared climbed back to her face, "You're like this again!"

How come this person is always doing bad things.

Ming Xu looked at her with a smile, and simply squatted down to Song Jianzhi's knees, her back heels stood on tiptoes, her body weight leaned forward, her waist swayed, and the soft and smooth fabric collapsed at the waist.

Song Jianzhi put his hands on his sides at a loss, and looked down at the beautiful snake on his knees.

Ming Xu felt Song Jianzhi's body temperature through the thin cloth. She put her chin on the back of her hand and looked up at Song Jianzhi, her voice coaxing:

"Will you kiss me again?"

Song Jianzhi was on top, and Mingxu was only lying on her lap. The begging gesture concealed the hunter's plot and the snake girl's appetite.

Song Jianzhi looked over, her eyelashes drooping down, like butterfly wings hanging on a stamen, with a light and fragile beauty.

More carnivores.

Ming Xu waited quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Song Jianzhi reached out and hooked Mingxu's chin, as if he wanted to make the person on his lap more intimate.

Ming Xu obediently adjusted with her strength, her eyes shredded.

On the contrary, Song Jianzhi was embarrassed. She turned to stroke Mingxu's side face, stretched out another hand, and gently pushed a strand of Mingxu's hair away from her neck.

As you go down, the skin will get hotter and smoother—

Song Jianzhi snapped back to his senses and withdrew his hand as if touched by fire.

Mingxu took her hand before she completely slipped away.

"Kiss me."

Ming Xu was half an invitation and half an order.

No rejection.

Submit to your heart and obey Mingxu. Song Jianzhi kissed her as she wished.

Ming Xu never closed his eyes, watching Song Jianzhi approaching intently. The two got closer and closer, Song Jianzhi couldn't hide the embarrassment and nervousness of Mingxu's gaze, and closed his eyes.

The two touched each other, Song saw that Tao Tao was a little dizzy, and heard Ming Xu chuckle in a low voice, and said vaguely:

"Little fool, I can't even kiss you."

Before Song Jianzhi could react, she sensed that Mingxu's face was skewed, and the two lips rubbed together, and then blended with each other.

Song Jianzhi realized that what she had just kissed seemed to be the corner of Ming Xu's lips.

In the end, it was Mingxu who kissed him.

Excited.

Another piece of fondant in the fire.

The gummy is getting softer and softer under the rising heat, the air is stained with sweetness, and the tip of the tongue is a bite of candy.

, obscuring the movements of the two.

I can only hear a few rumblings overflowing from my lips and teeth, and the sound of water is broken.

It's not just water.

Ming Xu was keenly aware of Song Jianzhi's subtle actions.

She took back the snake letter and withdrew temporarily, her lips rubbed against Song Jianzhi's lips and said:

"Are your legs numb?"

There is a smile in the eyes, which is meaningful.

Song Jianzhi felt numb at the tip of her tongue, and before she could fully understand what this sentence meant, her body continued to be in the previous state, rubbing her legs lightly.

She repeated subconsciously: "My legs are numb? Not numb—" Before she could finish speaking, she stopped abruptly, "Mingxu, you—!"

The tone of voice was shy and angry, and the blushing was like the sunset in the clouds, spreading wantonly.

The water is radiant and delicate.

Mingxu gently reassured the kitten before she got angry.

She took Song Jianzhi to stand up, wrapped her arms around her waist and whispered, "If your legs don't have the strength, you can lean on me."

The lips are soft, the waist is soft, and the legs are soft.

The air is wet, the eyes are wet, and—

I don't know whose calf is causing trouble, the two of them stand unsteadily, fall backwards, and are caught by the bed.

Song Jianzhi's long hair spread out on the bed, like a fully bloomed flower, the petals stretched wantonly, and the ends of her hair were entangled.

Song Jianzhi propped up her body, the petals were bundled behind her, and she reached for the strand of hair in Mingxu's hand:

"It's time for me to go back."

Avoid looking at Mingxu's eyes.

Mingxu hooked her fingers and held onto them, and also used her long hair to swim between the fingers of the two, rubbing against each other.

Ten fingers intertwined, and the blue silk was lingering in the hands of the two like love silk.

Ming Xu's slender and tight fingers bent down and gently stroked the back of Song Jianzhi's hand. The nails were hard and the touch was obvious.

Song sees Zhizhi's waist softening, so he withdraws his hand.

Ming Xu refused to obey, went back and took Song Jianzhi into his arms.

She carefully looked at Song Jianzhi's beautifully made nails and whispered:

"Go back and trim your nails."

"Kittens always have their nails clipped, which will scratch their owners."

The author has something to say:About why the author is not in the driver's seat

In the author's mind: 100

The author can write: 70-90

Jinjiang allows writing: 001

The author is also very bitter. Every day, in order not to be locked up, I have to write a chapter for an afternoon. I wrote this chapter for more than three hours, and I really can't do it qaq

There may be two updates later, if I can't finish writing, I will make up for it tomorrow.

Why is sister Mingxu a snake girl? As we all know, snakes and snakes are very innocent creatures.

By the way, let’s summarize the common reactions of readers in the comment area when they eat sugar:

1 I was dazed by the sweetness, and I could only shout in my mouth: So sweet, so sweet, woo woo

2Groundhog reader: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

3Song Sanfan, no matter what the author writes, Song Sanjia is finished

Thank you little cuties for bald Song San and give them a bunch of cat hair