She tilted her head, a strand of curly hair hanging down, and her expression was extremely gentle.
Xia Qianchen had always been cold, calm and stubborn, but she had never shown this side in front of him.
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes deepened and he suddenly held her hand.
I don't know if she was over-burned, but his hot lips kissed the back of her burned hand.
A numb feeling came over Susu, and Xia Qianchen felt like an electric shock.
She tried her best to pull her hand away, but he pulled hard and she threw herself on the bed!
Xia Qianchen's eyes widened defensively, her eyes were clear, and this expression was even more seductive and beautiful.
Young Emperor Nangong leaned forward and pressed Xia Qianchen's lips, not allowing her to think about it at all, and gave her a suffocating passionate kiss.
The tall nose bridge kept pushing against her cheeks.
His hot lips kissed her hotly and repeatedly.
Xia Qianchen's mind went blank and she saw him half-knocking his eyelids, his eyes slightly blurred, and his long eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings.
…
It was just a kiss. Why was the empty part in my heart filled?
After the damn woman appeared, his mood kept fluctuating and his behavior was abnormal.
He tortured himself all night but couldn't figure out the reason.
But now that he was kissing her, she was struggling in his arms, and her breath was full of her... He had an idea.
She is his, and his Nangong Young Emperor's woman can never escape.
He took in her sweetness insatiably.
Xia Qianchen's clumsy kissing told him that she didn't have much experience: "You are very green."
"..."
"Never kissed before?"
He took her with him and taught her how to play and play.
Xia Qianchen was not a good student, unwilling to cooperate well, and even bit his tongue severely.
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes moved, but he still didn't let her go and rubbed his lips against hers.
Her green eyes were deep, as if two deep holes were trying to pull her in: "Have you ever been touched by a man?"
Xia Qianchen looked away: "This is none of your business."
"Whether it's none of my business, you'll know soon."
When Xia Qianchen moved, he kissed her again.
Her hands were grabbed and held behind her back, and he easily restrained her with just one hand, leaving her with no room to move.
Xia Qianchen met his gaze angrily. His eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of his eyes were a bit frivolous.
Damn it, he is treating her like a cat!
The last trace of air in her chest was squeezed out, and she felt like she was going to be baked into a pancake by his heat, and her cheeks were flushed and hot.
When they separated, I don't know if it was his or her saliva that fell down like a silver thread.
Young Emperor Nangong rubbed her lips and laughed softly: "Your face is very hot."
"..."
"You have a fever too?"
Xia Qianchen felt her mouth go dry: "Let me go."
Young Emperor Nangong held her tightly and opened his notebook to continue organizing information.
Whenever Xia Qianchen moved, he lowered his head and kissed her. He repeated this several times, and she froze in his arms and dared not move again.
Lean against his chest and hear the beating of his heart.
He was extremely focused when working hard, and even when he was sick, he was never idle.
In Xia Qianchen's imagination, he was aloof and surrounded by people, and even small things like taking off his shoes were handled by his subordinates.
But I didn’t expect that he would be so dedicated to his work and would do everything himself even when he was sick.