Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Kissing decently-somewhere inexplicably empty-she wanted more, but she didn't know what she wanted. Her eyes closed slowly, holding the futon's hand and slowly holding it Off her shoulder, she didn't even realize it, and her lips clumsily responded to him.

He seemed to feel her initiative, kissed her, and paused abruptly, then he kissed her lips more steadily-ran-deeply, rolling-turn-cross-fighting.

The atmosphere in the room is getting more and more exciting, the two people's breathing and breathing are getting heavier and the body temperature is getting higher and higher.

They desperately want to ask for more from the other person's body-for more, he is entangled-tangling her chun, while pulling the quilt between the two people's body, and throwing it off the bed.

There are only two thin layers of pajamas between him and her, they can clearly feel the heat on the other side, the body, full of temptation, confusion and reminder, so that he does not have any extra stay , A powerful and overbearing turn, put her under heavy pressure.

His chun, from her soft lips, moved to her slender neck, his breath became heavy, and his fingers were rough-lubricious and ripped-cut torn apart her and his clothes.

Muscle-skin contact, rubbing-squeezing a thorn-shock like an electric shock, making him tremble with a violent shock, and then he was like a fierce-beast, gnawing-biting her muscle-skin force more heavily.

The slight sting-pain that his chun left on her, the sting-excitement that brought her more intense-strength, and there were bursts of tremor-li in her body, she gradually could not bear it, she wanted to escape But the whole body could not lift the slightest strength, she could only climb on his shoulder like a last straw.

She became a little nervous when he touched her waist with his hand. She grabbed the nails on his shoulder and instinctively pinched him into his strong and powerful flesh-she couldn’t tell whether she was afraid or shy. She looked like It was mosquitoes humming, whispering his name in a low, trembling voice: "Su Zhinian..."

Her tone did not seem to stop, full of anticipation, but Su Zhinian shouted in the back, all movements stopped.

All of this is too real, the soft-soft-touch-feel of the fingertips, the strong-strong-thorn-excitement of the body, and her light-soft voice, this is not like dreaming at all...

Su Zhinian wanted to let him continue to see this as a beautiful dream, but he was afraid that it was not a dream, not his illusion, if it had happened... He had already hurt her once, He made a mistake once and he couldn't give her such a second injury and mistake...

Su Zhinian forced himself to withdraw his reason and endured the body pain-pain, slowly raised his head and looked at her.

She closed her eyes, and her long and curled two rows of eyelashes were like butterfly wings, flickering very badly. Her long hair was scattered, and some of them were still entangled-wrapped around his arm, sweat-water-sticky- live.

The shui clothes that were torn and shattered by him were scattered on her body, and her neck- and xiong were all traces of different shades...

He stopped hurriedly, causing her brows to wrinkle subconsciously. She waited for a moment and realized that he was still quiet, and she couldn't help but opened her eyes in doubt.