To The Lovely You

   Ke Jingheng's kiss became even warmer, thinking that after parting for a while, he wanted to lie alone in the cold blanket, and he didn't want to let her go.

   It would be great if I could grow up soon, and if I could marry her back home soon. As he kissed her, he prayed that the time would go by faster and faster.

   "Ke Jingheng...my back is sore...hands are sore..." Luo Xiaomei muttered softly, "Can you change your posture?"

As soon as the    voice fell, the surrounding atmosphere immediately became ambiguous again. That said, why is it so fascinating?

  Ke Jingheng was finally willing to put her down and let her feet fall to the ground, but the pressure on her remained undiminished: "So, is it better?"

   "Hmm..." Luo Xiaomei freed her hand and rubbed her slightly sore waist. It's a little better, but it's just a little bit limited.

   "I'll knead for you." Ke Jingheng continued to kiss her, and a pair of big hands came to her waist and kept kneading.

   "Light... light!" Luo Xiaomei groaned, and then found out why this sentence still sounded strange.

   Ke Jingheng's strength in his hands was reduced, but the strength in his mouth was increased. Not only that, his hand moved up slowly along the waist unconsciously, came to her round shoulders, and kept stroking.

  Her fair skin was looming under the light gauze skirt, making him confused again. The soft touch under the gauze skirt came from his hand, and he couldn't help but start to imagine - if there was no such gauze skirt, would the hand feel better?

  Thinking like this, his hand pulled her neckline down a little bit uncontrollably, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders.

   In the moonlight, her skin looked breakable, with an alluring ceramic sheen. Because of the shyness, Baili still has a touch of pink, which looks even more charming.

   Ke Jingheng felt his mouth dry for a while, and even his breathing became heavier unconsciously.

   "Don't look at it!" Luo Xiaomei quickly reached out and pulled up her clothes while he stopped.

   But in the next second, Ke Jingheng firmly held her hand and pulled the neckline down for a few minutes. Before she could react, his hot lips fell on his round shoulders. Tossing and turning, lingering...

   "No, it's so ticklish!" Luo Xiaomei has been ticklish since she was a child, she couldn't help shrinking her whole body and trembling slightly after being teased by him like this.

   The more she trembled, the more Ke Jingheng wanted to hold her down, the more he wanted to taste the sweet scent.

   But Luo Xiaomei finally couldn't hold back anymore, she couldn't help laughing out hahahaha: "It's so itchy, so itchy, please let me go!"

   Ke Jingheng was kissing emotionally, but his face turned black when she laughed like this.

  Luo Xiaomei complained dissatisfiedly while getting dressed: "Let me tell you, I'm terribly itchy! Stop scratching my itch."

   Ke Jingheng touched his forehead helplessly: Where is he tickling, he is clearly flirting! The most embarrassing thing in the world is this...

   Looking at the night sky, he sighed and took her hand and walked back: "It's very late, rest early!"

   "Oh, good!" Luo Xiaomei was actually reluctant to leave, but girls should be more restrained. What can I do if I don't go home, can I follow him home?

   The figures of the two of them were gradually engulfed by the thick fog, and a slender and tall figure slowly appeared in the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest.