He flashed his clear eyes and asked instead, "What do you think?"
She frowned and thought seriously, "It should be..."
Her hesitation aroused Ling Ang's dissatisfaction. He leaned his face closer and said, "You have been thinking about it for so long because you don't trust me. You want to punish me." He kissed her lips hard.
"I didn't know you at that time, how could I know?"
Her words touched someone's nerves again, and he raised his eyebrows deliberately in displeasure, "You still say such things now, and you should be punished even more."
Someone forcefully kissed her again for a good reason.
She held up his chest and said, "I told you that you are not a serious person."
He frowned slightly, with a little bit of grievance on his face, "If I had known that, I wouldn't have been able to sit still. But..."
There was a different kind of smile in his ink eyes, "Now we are also under the moonlight of a foreign country, so we can make up for it."
He said, hugging her body, leaning over and kissing her.
"Well..." She pushed his chest slightly.
He raised his head, his charming eyes filled with hazy and tender affection, "Why, have you learned to protest?"
She pouted slightly, "Yes, you know how to bully me."
He flashed his eyes as clear as sea water, "Okay, then let you bully me."
He turned her around, placed her on his lap, let her lie on him, and whispered in her ear, "You can bully me as much as you like now, and I will never fight back."
"You..." She knew he was deliberately trying to make her shy, so she squeezed his shoulder angrily.
He looked at her quietly, his eyes blurred but filled with endless tenderness, "I knew you wouldn't bully me, so I'm the only one bullying you."
His lips fell again, this time without any pause, he kissed from the corner of her lips to the middle of her lips in one breath, and then penetrated straight into her mouth.
A series of gentle sucks, as smooth as the sea water rushing into the cracks of the reef, gentle but extremely agitated.
He held her shoulders with one hand, and groped the skin and lips of her neck with the other, licking her lips and tongue bit by bit.
The tip of the tongue is lingering, heavy or light, licking it carefully, wrapping it gently...
His resolute and slender fingertips reached behind her back and gently touched her water-like skin.
The skin under the fingertips is so silky, so delicate, as oily as glazed porcelain.
His powerful pulse beat vigorously on her delicate skin, igniting a burst of warmth.
She felt as if there were fluff brushing against her neck, and the touch slowly spread into her heart, turning into an unknown subtlety.
Gradually, his hands lifted up the black hair on her shoulders, like clear water entwining strands of black hair, infinitely gentle.
Slowly, this tenderness moved towards the skin on her shoulders, slowly wiping off the clothes on her shoulders.
Her heart trembled slightly. She was not used to being in a car. Although these things were common in life, she still felt uncontrollably nervous when they happened to her.
She couldn't help but look up and looked at him shyly, "Let's go back first."
He looked at her burgundy face, his breath a little unsteady, "This beach is very quiet."
"But... I feel so uncomfortable." She was so nervous that sweat broke out all over her body.
He gently held her hand, clasping their fingers together and touching her palms.