Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter76

"Ah!" Du Ruo whispered softly.

Jing Ming turned over and suppressed her, and put her wrist on the pillow.

She was out of breath, opened her mouth and wanted to take a deep breath. The next second he pressed down, sealing her lips with her head, her tongue slamming in, and entangled with her tightly. He sucked her lips hard. Domineering, strong, and cannot be rejected.

"Woo--" Her tongue hurt, and her neck narrowed reflexively, earning her hands, but her wrists were pinched on the pillow by him, unable to move. His legs kicked twice in vain, and they softened. People slowly closed their eyes.

Why didn't she miss his soft lips, his hot embrace, his boyish clean and refreshing masculinity. As if dreaming, she quickly responded to him, covering his lips nicely and tenderly, and sucking gently.

He relaxed her hand, and she raised her hand around his neck, and squeezed it tightly, as if to embed herself in his body. Fingers couldn't help but reach into his slightly wet hair, stroking gently, causing a tremor on his scalp.

In the small bedroom, there was only the shimmer of scented lamps.

"Woo?" Wally muttered, looking at his head curiously, blinking.

Jing Ming's breathing was disordered, she slowly loosened her lips, and looked down at her, her eyes bright and hot. Seeing her cheeks crimson, her eyes moist, she looked up at him purely and sincerely. Under the soft light, the girl was so beautiful.

He stroked the broken hair of her horns, his eyes slipped from her hair into her pupils, and said, "You're beautiful."

"Where is it?"

"Everywhere. Here," he kissed her forehead, "here," kissed her eyebrows, "here," kissed her eyes, "here," the bridge of the nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Pecking down everywhere. She itched and chuckled her neck.

His eyes lightened: "Chuner."

"Ok?"

"I thought about it at your house," he said, "I think about it every night."

She clenched her heart tightly and naturally knew what he was talking about.

"I was in your house at the time." He bit his lip lightly, maybe a little awkward, and chuckled. "My dad said that he has a girlfriend, and can't live with her in a house. . Disrespect for the girl's house. "

"Finally back today." He looked at her, eyes bright, like a mountain stream. Faintly looking forward, and bound to get it.

Du Ruo's face had turned red into a small tomato, and he muttered, "Do you remember that time, saying that the test drive was successful and I went to Tahiti to play with me?"

"Ok?"

"Actually ..." Her long eyelashes flickered twice, softly, "I agreed then ~~~"

He hesitated, and suddenly laughed twice, wanton, publicity, and the laughter was shaking in his chest.

After laughing, she bowed her head and kissed her again.

She trembled, hummed, and curled up, catching him like a little shrimp.

The two in a small bed were crowded together.

Dim light,

"Chuner." His voice was dumb.

"Well?"

"look at me."

Her cheeks were crimson and her eyes opened. The handsome face of the man was close to her eyes. His tall nose, bright red lips, and his black eyes locked her, overbearing, sincere, fiery, and possessive.

She suddenly smirked and touched his face: "How do you look so good?"

"..." He didn't know how to respond for a moment, and his ears were red.

This woman, his heart love, she is so gentle, soft, with the most primitive and pure innocence.

Addicted to it, no longer want to wake up.

The gust of wind passed and gradually subsided.

He held her, his lips dry, and pecked and kissed her.

Embracing each other, eyes closed, quietly enjoying a moment of tranquility after warming.

She held him, stroking his back with her little hand, and touching it, and suddenly felt a scar.

She opened her eyes and pulled her fingers, wondering, "What is this?"

He closed his eyes and said lazily, "Inadvertently."

On his 19th birthday, he hit a scar behind his back.

"Oh." She had no doubt.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes suddenly, looked at her quietly, and saw her cleverly nestled in his arms, with a smirk in his lips.

"Why are you laughing?"

She grinned, smile widened, but didn't answer, and pushed him away and rolled towards the bed.

He wrapped her around her waist, easily took her back and put it into his arms, and asked, "What's the laugh?"

She didn't say, sweet in her heart, she turned around and hugged his neck, and the familiar breath of the man rushed towards her.

"What the **** are you laughing at?" He asked.

She blushed again and whispered, "I'm just happy. You know, I had a silly and shameful thought before."

"what idea?"

"I feel sorry, why didn't I talk to you when I was in college?" Du Ruo pursed her lips. "I'll see you later, I think, I still like you very much. I like to give you the first time. Separated later, I also want to be with you for the first time ... Isn't it silly? "

He looked at her quietly, and suddenly his heart was silent, half a moment, and held her tighter into his arms, whispering, "It's silly."

"You also think--"

"Stupid," he said, "how can I be separated from you again?"