Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

That is a kind of domineering possessiveness, wanting to tear her down like a belly, attacking the city inch by inch, lips-tooth-interlacing-entanglement, and breath.

It was as if the world was suddenly quiet, and the only sound in my ears was the sound of my heartbeat, which was pounding and powerful.

The temperature gradually rose. I don't know if it was due to lack of oxygen due to lack of ventilation, or because of shyness and nervousness, Bai Zhen's cheeks were dyed crimson, like a ripe apple.

In the face of Xiao Ling's offensive, the fox demon, who had vowed to return to attack, was powerless to fight back, and it was about to soften into a pool of water...

Xiao Ling held her waist with both hands, and her ink eyes were covered with affection. Seeing that she was almost unable to breathe, she released her slightly for two seconds, and reluctantly licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Bai Zhen gasped lightly, her brain was as blank as lack of oxygen, her lips were kissed moist and shiny, with a slight redness and swelling.

Her eyes seemed to be sparkling with water, and she looked moving and a bit pitiful for being bullied.

That really looks like...

Xiao Ling's Adam's apple moved up and down.

It really makes people want to ruthlessly, ruthlessly bully her to the point of crying...

Thinking so, he did the same.

Just as Bai Zhen took two breaths of air, he was pushed against the corner of the wall again and made another round of deeper and more ruthless demands.

It seemed that his breath was everywhere.

As if to merge with him.

Xiao Ling's eyes deepened. Her sweetness is more delicious than imagined, and it is the kind of addiction that will completely fall once it is contaminated.

The idea of ​​wanting to absorb more was madly screaming, as if the last straw was completely broken, the slender and skinny fingers went down the spine, twirling gently around the waistline, and then easily Peeked into the soft sweater.

The cool touch made Bai Zhen's body tremble slightly, and wherever her fingertips passed, there was a numbness.

The coolness went all the way up the spine, and paused on the hook of the bra.

Xiao Ling's ears were flushed, and he still remembered the pink floral pattern he accidentally caught on the balcony that day...

With a slight hook with her fingertips, Bai Zhen felt her chest loosen, and recovered from her confusion.

She covered her chest with her hands, patted Xiao Ling's shoulder, and hummed twice.

But her little strength was completely insignificant in front of Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling's eyes were dark at the bottom, and his body was terribly hot, clamoring for her to be completely melted into the bone marrow, possessed, and swallowed.

"Well……"

With the remaining consciousness, Bai Zhen bit him fiercely.

A fishy sweetness spread between his lips and teeth.

Xiao Ling felt the pain and released her slightly.

"Don't... this, this is still a stairwell..."

The girl gasped lightly, but her voice was subconsciously stained with a touch of coquettish charm.

The tip of Xiao Ling's nose was against hers, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were taken off at some point, the thin red lips were slowly raised, and the smile was sinister and dangerous.

The magnetic voice seemed to deceive people, and it echoed in the ear in a low voice: "You mean, as long as it's not here, it's alright?"

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as your default."

How should Bai Zhen answer this?

Answer the **** ah ah ah ah...

Xiao Ling picked up the girl horizontally, walked out of the stairwell, went straight into the elevator, and pressed down on the thirty-first floor.

There, the hotel room he booked for convenience before...

Now that I think about it, that's a wise move...