Small and Soft Girl A and Overbearing President Man O

"Sweetheart, I feel like I'm dreaming." Ruan Ruan murmured, "Even kissing you like this feels like a blasphemy."

Jiang Yanzhan sat beside the room, Ruan Ruan held his face gently.

He raised his head.

Even though his position was at the bottom at this time, even though he was still wearing a dress full of gauze and lace—his eyes were still full of icy arrogance, almost like a god who would never bow his head or love anyone. .

Until Ruan Ruan's figure appeared in his eyes.

God is also willing to fall into the mortal world.

Jiang Yanzhan tilted his head, and half of his face was pressed against her soft palm. His eyes that had been hard and cold just now softened. The end of his eyes, which originally seemed a bit mean and slightly raised, looked at from this angle, like a man who could be hooked. The little hook that lives in the heart.

He licked his lips and raised his hand to hold Ruan Ruan's wrist.

"If kissing is blasphemy." Ruan Ruan saw Jiang Yanzhan's long and curly eyelashes tremble, drooping slightly, casting a small shadow, "Then what have you done before?"

He curled his lips into a smile, tilted his head and kissed her palm.

Ruan Ruan did not answer, Jiang Yanzhan raised his eyes and looked at her again, with a hint of provocation, and asked in a low voice, "Huh?"

——I always learn badly.

Ruan Ruan grabbed his hand with his backhand, and his delicate fingers got between his fingers and quickly intertwined with his ten fingers.

She took another step forward, kneeling on Jiang Yanzhan's side, her other arm hooking around his neck.

Jiang Yanzhan's veil and the lace on her skirt were clinging to him because of her movements, as if deliberately reminding him of what shameful things he was wearing now.

But he has long been used to restraining himself.

Even though his face started to get hot, under the dim light and the pure white wedding dress, it showed a hazy pink. Even the other hand hidden on the edge of the skirt slowly gathered its fingers and squeezed the sheet under him.

His expression was still calm, and he lifted up the wrinkled hand that Chuáng had squeezed just now, grabbed Ruan Ruan's waist, and took the initiative to pull her closer.

Ruan Ruan was pulled close by him almost obediently, his warm breath was attached to his ear, with a slowly wrapped, gentle sweet pheromone, and his voice was too soft: "What do you think? ... what did you do?"

She licked Jiang Yanzhan's ear, and asked him gently and slowly, "Is it blasphemy, or..."

...to satisfy you?

Ruan Ruan's words could not be said, because Jiang Yanzhan tilted his head and kissed her.

She was surprised by the action.

Ruan Ruan thought that Jiang Yanzhan would be weaker today - probably because of this wedding dress.

His tall body was submerged between the layers of thick skirts, and the already fair skin was wrapped by pure white lace, leaving a trace of pink tenderness. Even his broad shoulders were covered by a veil.

All these things gave Ruan Ruan the illusion, and she suddenly thought that the person in front of her was indeed a beautiful - and very weak bride.

Thinking of this, Ruan Ruan smiled a little.

Jiang Yanzhan's kiss was as fiery as usual, his lips and tongue penetrated along her smile, and his fingers touched the hem of her nightdress.

- He is not a passive person per se.

Better at taking the initiative than waiting.

Ruan Ruan followed his movements and sat on his lap, pushing him down on his back with a little effort in his hands.

The veil spread out behind him.

Jiang Yanzhan's hair was messed up all of a sudden, the veil and the ends of the hair were curled together, and a small part of the broken hair was scattered messily between his eyebrows.

His sharp eyebrows were softened a lot by the drooping strands of hair. He opened his lips slightly, and his breath was filled with the smell of her oranges.

The pheromones of the two people were mixed together and formed a ball.

The sweet pheromone penetrated into the heavy skirt, and the skirt seemed to have the sweetness of oranges.

Soft fingers poke the outer skin of the orange, and the fingertips touch the soft pulp inside.

The flesh is ripe, plump and juicy.

Jiang Yanzhan closed his eyes, he subconsciously wanted to bite his lips, but Ruan Ruan had already kissed her, and this time he bit her lips, itchy and numb.

Ruan Ruan licked his lips and teeth, blocking his low panting between his lips and teeth.

His fingers suddenly poked into the depths of the pulp, and the juice was dripping for a while, and the sweet fragrance overflowed.

Ruan Ruan raised her body, her other hand stroked the complicated and elegant design on the chest of the skirt, her fingertips rubbed along the pattern on it, and praised softly: "Sweetheart, do you think the skirt I chose has a very lace design. pretty?"

Jiang Yanzhan's eyes opened a little.

Under the dim light, Ruan Ruan saw the watery patch in his eyes, like a clear spring sparkling in the sun. When he opened his eyes, he was squinted by the light, and a teardrop rolled down from the spring.

He held Ruan Ruan's hand that was stroking on the wedding dress, his waist sank, and he put the pulp into her hand.

Ruan Ruan said "No".

Jiang Yanzhan also let out a groan at the same time.

He put her hand down, put it on the hard candy that was touching his skirt, and said in a hoarse voice: "What skirt do you still have in mind?"

He let go of Ruan Ruan's hand, took a deep breath, turned around and picked Ruan Ruan up and put it on the bed

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