Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Jiang Yu was very pleased: "That's right. You see, you understand this truth. But Grandpa couldn't understand it."

"Grandpa Jiang only cares about chaos, he has too high expectations for you." Jing Tong simply turned into a caring little angel, "You don't have to worry about him."

Jiang Yu chuckled and couldn't help but kiss her face: "Okay, listen to you."

Jing Tong hid for a while and glared at him with a red face: "Talk to you well..."

"Don't let me kiss?" He looked deep. "Oh, I see. After all, there are so many handsome guys waiting for you outside."

"Hello!" Jing Tong was knotted, "Wait not to turn over the old account! Didn't you say you were not angry?"

"Yes." The man glanced at her calmly. "But I am just like you, vengeful."

Jing Tong was choked.

"Don't let the pro... I said it, I prefer to take the initiative..." She sternly retorted.

Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows and waited for her with all her time.

What it means is self-evident.

Jing Tong rides the tiger and has no choice but to approach him quietly, and then quickly snaps on his thin lips.

"Look, this is not a kiss!"

Jiang Yu smiled again, clasped her head and pressed herself, "What kind of pro..."

Before the words fell, he had closed her lips.

Compared with her dragon-like kiss, this man's kiss was a warm and lingering French long kiss. Jing Tong only felt that his tongue was sore from his breath, and his mouth was full of his scorching and domineering breath. She was almost breathless.

However, it didn’t take long for the man’s kiss to be a little more desperately demanding. His burning palm ran down her soft waist, pinching and kneading, with vigorous strength, letting Jing Tong was a little uneasy. She wanted to escape instinctively, but her body was locked tightly and she couldn't move.

In the end, Jiang Yu's hand fell on her thigh, and the hot Jing Tong shrank, his cold hair all standing up.

She pressed her hands against Jiang Yu's shoulders, begging for mercy in her mouth. About feeling her shrinking, Jiang Yu had to grumble impatiently and let go of her, but his big hand still held her leg and there was a tendency to go deeper.

Jing Tong breathed heavily and quickly pushed his hand: "Hey!"

However, his hands were still.

Jiang Yu's breath was very heavy, and the black eyes seemed to be devouring her, which was particularly aggressive. Jing Tong's face turned red and he panicked and wanted to run: "Either, or you continue to work... I suddenly remembered that I still have a little work to do..."

She struggled to get off the ground, but unfortunately Jiang Yu was firmly held in her arms in the next second, and again... resisted fiercely.

She wanted to cry without tears, pitying for mercy: "Jiang Yu..."

"Don't you dress like this to seduce me?" he said in a dumb voice.

"Yes..." She swallowed, "but, my intention was just to let you down, I didn't think about this step..."

"Then where do you want to go?" He pressed her into his arms, "I will go wherever you say."

"Just this step." She didn't change her face.

"Then why do you dress like this." The man stared at her, making up his mind to ask for a little welfare.

Jing Tong blushed and bit his lip: "How many more steps can I take? The next step is...what is that."