Those Sweet Times

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When he said this to the warmth, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

After all, it is confession, she is quite embarrassed.

Lin’s footsteps stopped, she buried her head, and she was nervous.

He didn't talk, she only felt that her body suddenly vacated.

"Ah!" was shocked.

Lin’s first banquet actually slammed her up. He was very strong, holding her, his face was not red and he didn’t breathe, and he didn’t seem to make much effort.

"What are you doing, let me down... someone is watching..."

Lin’s first feast was ignored, holding her to the side of the road.

The warm body sways slightly as he walks, feeling like lying in the cradle. She was anxious and laughed and said: "How do you feel like a bandit..."

The bandits embraced his little daughter-in-law and walked behind the plane tree.

The phoenix tree is planted in the back row of the street lamp. The thick trunk completely covers the light at that end. When the warmth is lowered by him, the eyes are still not adapted. She leans back against the trunk and only feels dark in front of her eyes.

The darkness made people flustered. She wanted to run, but her shoulders were buckled. Then she felt something on her lips, soft, powerful, with temperature, and a clean atmosphere.

Lin first feast kissed her.

With his mouth facing his mouth and four lips touching each other, he used some strength and the soft lips pressed against each other.

When the eyes are not visible, the touch is more sensitive and clear. To the warmth of the brain seems to explode a piece of fireworks, she closes her eyes, nervous and stiff, and does not dare to move, the whole figure is nailed there.

Breathing gradually got messed up.

The messy breaths are intertwined, and the airflow around them seems to have been dyed with heat, and the face is hot and dry.

Lin first feasted her hand on her shoulder and slowly moved up and held it on her face. He gently held the side of her face with the palm of his hand, the touch in the palm of his hand, delicate, smooth, soft, fragile... He carefully held her, pointing her belly unconsciously rubbing her skin, breathing gradually more messy.

It’s too fast to be a warm heartbeat, she’s so nervous that it’s getting harder to breathe. She set her head and avoided him.

The kiss ended suddenly. Lin first feast reluctantly held her face, fingertips gently swiping on her skin, a moment, gentle and slow, like appease, also like lead-induced.

In the darkness, I leaned back against the trunk with a warm back. After a while, I whispered, "It should be back."

The two walked out from behind the tree.

Only when I was warm, I found that my legs were soft.

It turns out that kissing is so labor-intensive.

Going back to the streetlights is warm and dim, and I dare not look at the eyes of passers-by.

Lin first feast looked down at her, "face so red?" An opening, only to find that the voice is a little dumb.

When he didn't notice his abnormality, she licked her face and forcibly explained: "It was because I had just drunk too much."

He took the corner of his lips and sighed with a long oh.

It was ashamed to be warm by this meaningful "oh" and walked two steps.

He followed closely and took her hand.

She ducked away, "Go away, the bird-beast."

Lin first feast laughed. Laughter is low and extraordinarily pleasing. “Is this a bird-beast?” he said, “and more—”

Interrupted him to the warmth: "You are not allowed to say!"

Lin’s first banquet shut up honestly, thinking in my heart, I don’t say, I only do it.

The author has something to say: Well, the psychological activities of our first feast are very rich.

Although this chapter is short, I have written it for a long time, I hope everyone can like it and not abandon it. \\(^o^)/~

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