His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

The sweetness of the cream instantly filled the whole mouth.

Jiang Lingzhi turned his face to look at him: "There is still cake, do you want to try it?"

Li Shunan raised his eyebrows, stared directly at her lips, and said, "Taste it."

Knowing that his eyes were bent, Jiang Ling took a fork to poke a small piece, turned his face, and handed it to his lips.

Li Shunan frowned slightly. Under the girl's gaze, he opened his mouth and ate the cake. The sweet taste spread between his lips and teeth.

Jiang Ling looked at him expectantly: "How is it?"

Li Shunan raised his hand, rubbed the corner of his lower lip with the pad of his thumb, lowered his eyes, and faced the girl's dark and bright eyes.

He doesn't like sweets too much.

But the little girl made it for him herself.

Li Shunan Taohua's eyes curled up, and he smiled: "It's delicious."

Jiang Lingzhi's lips curled up: "Really?"

She turned her head, and dug up a small piece of cake embryo inside, and said to herself: "It seems that I am quite talented. This is the first time I have made it today!"

Although it doesn't seem to be technically difficult, the cream is also readily available, just apply it on it, and the patterns are drawn crookedly.

Jiang Ling knew that he took a bite of the cake, and the lips were covered with cream. He commented on himself: "It seems to be okay, the cake embryo is quite soft."

This is the first time she has achieved such results, she is very satisfied.

Li Shunan leaned on the back of the chair casually, staring at her side, the emotion on her face was unclear.

The little girl's nose was upturned, her red lips were full, and the skin behind her ears was white and delicate. A strand of broken hair fell off and surrounded her little face, making her heart tickled.

Li Shu's Nan Adam's apple rolled slowly, and said dumbly: "Taste me again."

Jiang Lingzhi turned his head and stared into his eyes: "Are you still going to eat?"

"I thought you didn't like sweets." She said to herself.

Jiang Ling knew that when he was about to take a spoon and scoop a piece of cake, his chin was suddenly pinched.

Before she realized what was happening, she turned her head subconsciously and met him.

Li Shunan's eyes half-squinted, her red lips pressed against her fingertips, and she gently rubbed her lips: "I'm talking about this."

next moment.

Li Shunan tilted his head slightly, lowered his head and kissed it.

As if he had endured for a long time, his strength was a little heavy, and he thrust into her lips forcefully, and the tip of his tongue swept every inch of her, as if to occupy her all.

With overwhelming invasiveness.

His fingers rubbed the skin of her chin, again and again, unbearable and exhausting.

A creamy deep-kiss filled the lips and teeth.

Jiang Ling felt a bit painful and frowned, his eyes filled with moisture, and he wanted to move back, but was immediately dragged back.

Her slender arms clung to him subconsciously.

The heart slammed into the position of the heart, and all the senses were occupied by him.

At this moment, her brain has forgotten to think.

The whole person was dragged down by him.

Disoriented and infatuated.

I can no longer think about other things, I want more, I want to hold on to him hard.

The two kissed, and somehow they got to the sofa.

When Jiang Ling found out, he recovered.

She was leaning on the sofa, the tall and tall man standing in front of her, those peach blossom eyes contained desire and thought, with a strong scent of bewitching.

Only a floor lamp was turned on in the living room, and the light was a bit dim and more charming.

The man is carrying a light, and the outline is clearly hidden in the half-bright and half-dark light. The peach blossom eyes are deep and attractive, and his voice is deep and dumb: "It's still you, which is better."