Qi Mo's kiss was cold and rough, but it was a very green movement. He sucked and turned based on instinct, and there was no kissing skill at all.【】
At this point, Zhong Qingye was obviously more experienced than him. Although he accidentally took advantage of her, she immediately shut her mouth after reacting and made fists with both hands towards his waist.
Smashed into the abdomen.
Qi Mo's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and the swooping and sinister gaze frightened Zhong Qingye. The movements of his hands were a beat slower, and Qi Mo caught the flaw in an instant.
The man grabbed her wrist with both hands and quickly pushed it back, then restrained it with one hand. The other free hand quickly controlled her little head that was trying to shrink back. With a slight force, the two of them were already intimate.
The posture becomes more and more fitting.
Zhong Qingye's eyes widened angrily, and he glared at Qi Mo fiercely. His lips were tightly closed in an uncooperative manner, and his hands that were caught were struggling restlessly.
After all, Qi Mo is a young and strong man. No matter how good or agile Zhong Qingye is, he suffers from the weakness of a woman. Qi Mo is holding him tightly and cannot move at all. Seeing that she is so uncooperative.
, Qi Mo's eyes flashed with anger, and he suddenly increased the force on his lips. His tongue was like a snake, and he pried open her tightly closed red lips and pressed them against her teeth.
Zhong Qingye was furious, but his reaction was quick. When he saw how to break free, he suddenly raised his foot to attack. Qi Mo was not a fuel-efficient lamp. The look in her angry eyes showed that she had not given up, so he pressed her down and walked back quickly.
a few steps.
The two of them happened to be standing in front of a century-old tree. Qi Mo pushed hard, and with a bang, Zhong Qingye's back hit the rough skin of the tree trunk. Pain spread instantly.
Qingye opened his lips slightly and frowned almost instinctively.
Qi Mo's ability to change course when the wind blows is first-rate. When he saw this, his tongue quickly entered her mouth. Before Zhong Qingye had time to resist, it quickly swept through the entire mouth with lightning speed, and at the same time, the movements of his feet did not change.
Slowly, step by step, one leg firmly pressed against her thigh.
This time, Zhong Qingye really couldn't move anymore. Her hands were grabbed behind her back, her legs were suppressed, and even the back of her head was tightly held by Qi Mo. She couldn't even turn her head to avoid it, so she could only open her eyes angrily.
He glared fiercely at the face so close to him.
Qi Mo's tongue was as flexible as a little snake, quickly sweeping around her mouth, sucking the fragrant juice from her mouth. The numbing feeling was transmitted from the sensitive tip of her tongue to her brain. The girl's long hair brought a faint floral fragrance after bathing.
, lingering in the nose, making people linger and reluctant to leave.
Seeing that she seemed to have stopped struggling, Qi Mo slowed down the kiss slightly. He rolled up her citron and then traced it carefully along the line of her lips. The strange touch was soft and ambiguous, filling both of them.
human thoughts.
Due to the gradual lack of oxygen, Zhong Qingye's white face slowly revealed a touch of bright red, which was as pink as the first bloom of plum blossoms, and the clear water eyes had a faint mist solidifying, like the hazy misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The sound of sticky water hovered around the ears, with a hint of ambiguity and a touch of lust. His breath was filled with the male scent of Qi Mo. It was majestic and powerful, making people feel embarrassed. Their bodies were tightly pressed against each other.
Together, the fit is perfect without leaving a single gap. The lantern is hung high, and the soft warm light shines on the two of them, making it look as beautiful and dreamy as a colorful ink painting.
Finally, the raised eyelashes swayed slightly, half-covering the misty black eyes, Zhong Qingye seemed to slowly fall in with the gradually gentle kiss, and the slight frown between her eyebrows brought about a completely different look from her usual.
Her fragility makes people pity and cherish her.
Qi Mo had been watching her expression, and when he saw that she finally relaxed, an explosive emotion suddenly emerged in his heart, which seemed like gentleness and pride. His heart, which had always been as hard as iron, seemed to be softening a bit.
Through the slightly exposed gap, something as thin as quicksand slowly flows.
Just when both of them were a little confused and lost, a deliberate cough suddenly sounded, like thunder on the ground in the silent courtyard, instantly calling back Zhong Qingye's somewhat confused mind.
The eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings suddenly raised, Zhong Qingye's eyes widened, his wrists suddenly exerted force, and he broke away from Qi Mo's hand, which was not prepared, and violently opened Qi Mo's body that was pressed against his body. Zhong Qingye
Ye was like a little girl who was caught secretly kissing a boy, her face turned red and she looked around in panic.
Not far away, in the shadow that cannot be illuminated by the lantern, Feng Jin's tall figure stood alone. The darkness blurred his facial features and the expression on his face was unclear.
Qi Mohao was ready to be pushed out by Zhong Qingye. He stumbled back a few steps before steadying himself. He frowned, turned to the person who had disturbed his good deeds, and wrote clearly with a stern face.
Very unhappy.
Feng Jin walked out of the shadows step by step, her steps steady, neither slow nor hasty. Zhong Qingye stared at him blankly, suddenly feeling flustered for some reason, like a wife who was caught red-handed by her husband having an affair.
Uh...this metaphor is really awkward.
Zhong Qingye felt cold for a moment, took a deep breath, and smiled unnaturally at Feng Jin: "Hey... Feng Jin, you... what are you doing here?"
"What? Can't I be here?" For the first time, Feng Jin's usually gentle face showed a sarcastic expression that was half a smile but not a smile. He even glanced at Zhong Qingye's broken lips.
He walked up to her, reached out and touched her lips gently.
A bright silver thread fell from her lips, full of ambiguity under the warm light.
Zhong Qingye turned his head in embarrassment, stretched out his hand to wipe his lips, Qi Mo came over, wrapped his arms around her slender waist without any explanation, and looked at Feng Jin with a slight hostility.
Feng Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time, a dangerous emotion flashed through him.
"Are you dissatisfied?" Qi Mo asked coldly.
Feng Jin smiled, but his eyes were actually cold: "I thought it was already obvious."
"She is mine." The arrogant man.
"She is not an object and does not belong to anyone." Feng Jin glanced at Qi Mo meaningfully and slowed down her speech: "You are no exception."
Qi Mo raised the corners of his lips for the first time, and hugged Zhong Qingye's small waist demonstratively: "Really? Then whose arms is she in now?"
Feng Jin smiled coldly and suddenly glanced at Zhong Qingye. Zhong Qingye grinned and turned around to break away from Qi Mo's arm: "Sorry, you misunderstood."