It's clearly in front of me, but I feel as if I'm caressing about it on the horizon; before I can turn around and leave, I start the next round of missing you...
In the quiet, lonely room, only the air conditioner was left, and a man sang lonely songs in a low voice. Qin Xiaoman looked at his watch and walked into the bathroom.
Yan Zisong stood outside the door, unable to move.
He has never been a hesitant person, but today for some reason, he just couldn't bear to leave. Listening to her sighing softly, listening to her slowly walking to the bathroom, listening to the sound of water flowing out of the shower... He
My heart beat harder than expected.
Her hair was still wet. Qin Xiaoman walked out of the bathroom while wiping the water droplets from the ends of her hair. She unexpectedly heard a helpless knock on the door.
"Why did you come back..."
Before Qin Xiaoman could finish speaking, Yan Zisong had already flashed in with a cold look on his face, and the door was locked with a click. Before he could think about it, he was pressed against the door behind him by the anxious man.
"Let me see," Yan Zisong raised his chest and placed his hands on the door panel behind her. A pair of blurred peach blossom eyes flashed with a helpless smile. He took a long breath and lowered his head against her forehead.
He gasped, "I'll stay here tonight..."
"strict……"
Suddenly being trapped under him, the quiet and closed space became tense instantly. Qin Xiaoman was a little overwhelmed, his heart was pounding, and breathing became extremely difficult.
The girl who just got out of the bath is rosy and pink, attracting all the attention of men like a huge magnet;
The long and timidly raised eyelashes were like fluttering feathers, challenging his nerves that were on the verge of collapse.
"Unbearable……"
Before he finished speaking, his body was already pressing against him with manic heat.
Without any warning, his savage lips and tongue entangled themselves between her teeth, and he was almost as passionate as he was ruthless.
The back of her head was pressed against the door panel, and the panting girl suddenly didn't realize it. All that was left in the world was his domineering and persistent aggression.
"I can't help it anymore..." He left her tongue with a rough breath, his chest heaving up and down, and he was trembling as he said, "I can't help it...".
The low and hoarse voice was full of tenderness, especially ambiguous and affectionate in this silent night.
The girl who had just taken a few breaths from the fierce attack had not yet calmed down. The soft voice in her ears suddenly condensed into indescribable shock. Yan Zisong almost suppressed and vented a low roar.