The two of them were rubbing their ears and temples together, breathing and smelling each other, their fingers intertwined, and their skins touching.
I just feel like there are thousands of words I want to say, but I don’t need to say them, everything is left unsaid.
Looking at her misty eyes like stars, her cheeks as red as rouge, and her moist pink lips, Yue Wushang was so passionate that he couldn't help but kiss her deeply again.
His wet lips pressed against her equally wet lips, tossing and turning without leaving any room.[
Her slightly cool lips are like pebbles washed by the stream over the years, lubricated and shiny, charming and sane,
At some point, Qi Luoer stretched out her arms and quietly wrapped her arms around his neck.
She pulled him so hard towards her. It was a posture of trust and delivery.
Her face was pressed tightly against his, their foreheads were touching, and their noses were touching. Her warm breath seemed to have a fatal magic power, making the blood in his body seem to burn.
As if something hit her heart, Yue Wushang's heart was beating wildly, and the blood in his body seemed to be screaming, clamoring for giving and receiving...
--pain,
All the blood in his body seemed to have gathered at one point, giving him a sweet yet excruciating pain...
Unknowingly, he deepened the kiss and leaned forward to cover her. There was no gap between the two of them.
Qi Luoer's slightly opened lips were swept away by the tip of his tongue. She felt dizzy, her bones were numb, and she was trembling uncontrollably. She almost collapsed there.
"Baoer, little Baoer..."
Yue Wushang's voice has a strange, ambiguous darkness, like the waves lapping against the ears