His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

"Are you listening?"

The three words lightly and shallowly did not have any accusation, but in her ears, it seemed to have changed a meaning.

Jiang Ling knew her heart slightly.

Suddenly there is a kind of cautious imaginary that the teacher is caught in class.

"I'm..." She turned her face subconsciously, wanting to explain.

Because he was too nervous, Jiang Ling knew that he had even forgotten that the distance between the two at this moment was no more than a minute.

She suddenly turned her head, caught off guard, her lips touched soft.

The last word "listen" disappeared between his lips and teeth.

This kind of touch is familiar and unfamiliar.

Jiang Ling knew his eyelashes were shaking slightly, his pupils shrank, and the whole person froze in place.

The distance between the breaths is so close.

Nearly, Jiang Ling knew that he could clearly smell the scent that belonged to him, and the bitter scent of menthol tobacco came to his face.

And the temperature on his thin lips spread bit by bit.

The sound of heartbeat was infinitely amplified in the silent space.

Her brain went blank for a moment.

Jiang Ling knew that he was bewitched, and his eyelashes were hanging lightly. Not only did he not move back, but instead moved up to meet him, getting closer to him.

The original touch of nothingness becomes like substance.

The air became anxious.

Jiang Ling didn't know what he wanted, but felt a bit dry mouth inexplicably, so he subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the corner of his lips.

Li Shunan paused while holding the pen's fingers, his body froze abruptly.

The slippery itch, gently rubbed, spread from the thin lips to the heart.

Li Shunan lowered his eyes, the girl's eyelashes were close at hand, he seemed to come back to his senses, his breathing was hot, and he moved back slightly.

His breath pulled away instantly.

Jiang Ling realized that his eyelashes trembled, and then he came back to his senses. When he opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was still filled with mist.

Her breathing stopped for a while, and she turned her head, leaning her back against the edge of the sofa, her chest still undulating slightly.

After realizing what she had done, the roots of her ears started to become hot, and it quickly spread to her cheeks and burned.

The whole space is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Even the air became a bit hot.

Jiang Ling knew he swallowed, but he didn't dare to look randomly, a little nervous: "I...I didn't mean..."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

The tip of the small chin was pinched by a warm palm.

His breath leaned from behind.

"Don't mess with me,"

Jiang Ling paused between her fingers, feeling his rough fingertips, gently rubbing her chin.

"There will be another time," his breath was so hot, his thin lips were resting on her auricle, and his voice was stained with **** hoarseness: "I can't bear it."

Jiang Lingzhi's brain exploded in an instant, leaving only the touch of the ears in his entire senses.

And his sigh.

—

Jiang Ling knew he sniffed, and finally calmed down.

With a pen in her hand, she stared at the test paper, but she didn't know where she went.

In fact, she always thought it was strange.

Except at that time when she almost wanted to go bad, Li Shunan was trying to educate herself.

Later, he never kissed her lips again.

More is to kiss her forehead, without any desire or thought, pure enough that it can't be purer.

It didn't match what he said normally.

When he couldn't control it several times, he just bit her on the neck.

Jiang Lingzhi really wanted to ask him something.

Why don't you kiss me!