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Chapter 42: That scene of lingering death 42

Her hot and moist breath blew into the crook of his neck. She took the initiative to cater to him and he couldn't help but cry softly, "Cry, I originally wanted you to feel pain. But remember, even if it hurts, you can hold me tight. I

I won’t let you bear the pain alone, I will accompany you in pain and stay with you all the time.”

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Shi Feiyan who was sweating profusely with water mist. There was a softness in his burning eyes that made her want to sink deeper...

What is that? She really wants to catch it...

Like a person who has been thirsty for days longing for a sweet spring!

Then, she actually took the initiative and put her lips to hers, wanting to suck the sweet water from his mouth. Her small tongue cautiously and eagerly inserted into his mouth, sucking... [

"Oh, you little devil..."

Shi Feiyan groaned, as if he was going crazy.

Turn over, put her on his body, and then tease and counter-tease... suck and suck back... lick and lick back... the tip of the tongue and the tip of the tongue are intertwined to death.

Endless... endless... endless...

His long arms gently held her in his arms, and the other arm clasped her waist, and then let her legs wrap around his waist, making the two bodies fit closer together!

Kiss her forehead, kiss her nose, kiss her cheek...

Then, step by step... step by step... the turbulence seemed to be crashing into the most secret, most fragile, and most afraid to show the softness in her heart...

It was as if all her protective colors had to be shattered.

Let her completely expose her vulnerability.

From then on, let her vent, let her wipe her nose and tears on her body, let her long nails dig deep into his skin.

Everything is with her, everything is with her.

He only gave her a space to vent.

Because he understands her.

No one understands the depression of not being able to cry better than him.

Why should people be depressed? Do you think a depressed person really doesn’t want others to see her vulnerability? If no one gives her a chest to hold tears, then what’s the point of her crying? That means she doesn’t even have the right to cry.

nothing!

However, his woman has this qualification, and he gives her this qualification.

This was what he had owed her since two years ago; two years later, when they met again, he came to repay the debt.

Just in return, from now on, his chest is her whole world, the only world.


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