Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1609 You Are My Faith (21)

I couldn't push it away, and the wings behind me were also pressed.

The beautiful and charming angel narrowed his charming green eyes, raised his slender fingers, and knocked on his forehead.

"...Azazel, you are not good."

The voices are delicate and crisp, like a fairy in the silent church, almost softening half of the bones, making it hard to extricate yourself.

The person who is extraordinarily gentlemanly and polite outside seems to have shed that layer of gentle skin at this moment.

Clingy, strong, and extraordinarily insecure.

More and more like a wolf, a hungry wolf.

Tilting the sharp fangs, tearing them, they were extremely ruthless.

With the beautiful angel in his arms, he still felt that it was not enough.

Lifting her face, like a drug addiction, almost eating her.

eyes, nose, mouth...

The pretty face of the angel was quickly chewed all over by him.

The slender, snow-white neck was forced to look up, like a delicate flower bud that had been ravaged by a storm.

Trembling, but unable to resist.

The ruthless young man is not afraid of her deterrence at all.

The heart is getting darker, and the mind is getting harder to guess.

Chesia dodged his raindrops of crazy kisses and raised her hand to cover him.

"Azazel!"

Her wings moved, as if she wanted to fly again.

But Azazel never gave her this chance.

Every time he grabbed her, he would be like this, relentlessly holding onto her.

The two arms were like iron-like chains, tightly encircling her, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

The delicate and beautiful Chesia, helplessly, pinched his nose viciously.

"Azazel, you will be punished for disobedience."

In front of her, the supposedly mature Azazel was like a wolf cub that hadn't grown up.

Holding her, those light-colored eyes stared at her gloomyly, and his breathing was a little short.

She covered his mouth, blocking his movement, so he paused.

But soon, he was buried in her neck again.

Don't listen to her threats, and don't obey.

Like a ferocious beast with uncertain weather, even with the collar she locked on her neck, she couldn't control it at all.

Can go crazy anytime, anywhere.

There is no sanity at all.

He buried her neck and took a deep breath of her breath.

With his eyes closed, even his body was trembling with excitement.

The temperature is gradually boiling hot.

"you are late."

He stroked her back, rubbing it constantly.

The voice, in this quiet and empty church, was extremely hoarse.

Almost like the sound of a beast.

It makes people tremble.

The person in his arms looked down at him.

The soft and bright red lips moved, murmuring slightly, feeling weak.

"Just a little bit late, just 2 minutes."

That was also late.

He hugged her, his hot breath on her bare skin.

He bit her neck gently, the scorching heat, like a brand, landed his punishment.

Traces are left quickly.

But Cecia hissed and knocked him on the head habitually.

"Azazel, are you a dog? You're always not good."

She's not as soft and cute as she was when she was a child.

Azazel did not speak, nor did he resist.

Only at this time, will he become like a tamed beast, with all the sharp edges put away.

She closed her eyes, very docile.

It's unreasonable to be meek.

Even after Cecia finished knocking his head, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his head.

I want her to rub, rub him.

Just like when I was a kid.

(End of this chapter)