The fit-fitting high and narrow waist is cut perfectly, and when worn with a belt, it looks even more voluptuous, making people's blood rush. No man would not want to touch it vigorously; let alone Yan Zisong!
In the quiet and narrow fitting corridor, there are only the helpless girl in the mirror, raising her arms stiffly, and the man getting closer and closer behind her; the only shopping guide girl has long since disappeared.
"Baby, you are so beautiful!"
As she spoke, a pair of hot hands were already on her waist, so intimate that no gap was left, sliding over her inch by inch to test her vulnerability.
His slightly warm breath came from behind her ears. Qin Xiaoman saw from the mirror that he had lowered his head and got close to her face. His messy and stylish hair brushed against her ears. The man raised his eyes and looked back in the mirror.
Looking at her; a keen and compelling gaze.
The girl's face turned red and she whispered, "There is someone outside. What are you doing..."
Yan Zisong pursed her thin lips tightly, only admiring the shyness of the girl in the mirror; but underneath her, she was quietly approaching her.
Warm south, thin and cool clothes; Yan Zisong only changed into a pair of thin and straight trousers, while Qin Xiaoman only had a spring dress.
Almost without any reason, I noticed the rising desire rubbing at the back of my waist.
Qin Xiaoman just wanted to let reason make the decision and yelled stop;
However, her mind was frightened by his peach blossom-like misty eyes in the dressing mirror. His deep gaze, like a pool of water, stared closely at her eyes. The familiar style was full of passion, but at this time, it was completely unfamiliar and naked desire.
and temptation;
Qin Xiaoman forgot to mention it despite this strong perception.
Suddenly, the hands stroking her waist had already climbed up. Her chest was stagnant, but one of his big hands slid up and covered the side inch by inch. He rubbed it gently, causing a strange tremor through the clothes.
"Don't..." His eyes were evil and confusing, which made her panic and dare not look directly at him; she had no choice but to dodge her gaze.
The man who tilted his face slightly did not answer, but gently stroked her cheek with his other hand towards himself, savoring the corners of her mouth; her wet lips and tongue could no longer tell whether they were cold or hot; they were just so overbearing,
He teased her pale pink lips, not aggressively, but very lingering.
The girl in the mirror, arrogant and soft, is imprisoned in the arms of a tall and strong man, her cheeks are flushed, and her soft chest rises and falls violently under his arms;
The cold and untamed man closed his eyes, kissed her softly and fluttered his eyelashes, expressing his suppressed and exciting passion.
In this narrow space, the scene in the mirror is indescribably fatal.
Even though ten thousand voices in my heart screamed "Impossible", they were all knocked back by his sexy appearance.
The growing passion behind her hit her body more violently. The protection of the strong arms from behind to the chest was so unbearable that she couldn't breathe. Behind her head was his powerful palm, which pressed her lips
It was completely pushed under his lips and tongue, sucking, twisting and teasing;
Qin Xiaoman felt her heart beating wildly as if fleeing for her life. When she was about to push her away with her hands, Yan Zisong changed her position and turned her over, with her back pressed against the wall.
"Don't make any noise, there's someone outside."
With a gentle and helpless threatening tone, he always knew where her most vulnerable nerve was.