moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen helplessly stroked her back, feeling funny and distressed at the same time. When he was thinking about what to say to comfort her, she suddenly raised her head and kissed his Adam's apple, and his body suddenly froze. As if aware of his change, she reached out the tip of her tongue and gently licked the ridge, her moist lips slowly brushing against the surrounding skin.

Her movements are slow and not heavy, but extremely lethal. He put both hands on her side, lowered his head and tried his best to endure, his black eyes were horribly dark in the darkness. In the end, he was defeated first, leaned over and picked her up and walked to the living room.

She leaned into his arms and kissed his chin as if adding fuel to the fire. He put her on the sofa with dark eyes, then knelt between her legs and pressed down.

This was probably the most intense and passionate kiss the two of them had ever had together.

Song Shiwei's gray sweater was thrown on the ground, and her skirt was piled loosely around her waist. She felt a little cold after sweating lightly, and she coquettishly wanted him to hug her more, but his kiss went lower and lower, and finally lowered her To the point where her pupils suddenly shrank. She panicked and struggled to sit up and push him away, but he held her arm down with his big palm, lowered her head and kissed her forcefully.

Her body suddenly tensed up and straight, unable to bear this level of stimulation. She bit her lips tightly to hold back her soft sobs. Her legs hanging on the floor couldn't bend and trembled. Her dark eyelashes were wet and her black hair was messy. She spread out, shaking her head and grabbing his arm in protest.

He let her vent his anger and retaliated all on his lips and tongue. Detailed and hot kisses. It made it difficult for her to breathe, and her body was twisted violently with his increasing strength. When the layers of pleasure reached the highest level, she couldn't hold back her voice. Tears covered her face, and she trembled and collapsed in his arms. .

There was a moist and charming smell in the air, as if a hot and sticky rain had just fallen.

He stared at her face quietly, his eyes were dark, hot and gloomy. Song Shiwei unconsciously opened her eyes and gasped, and heard him say calmly: "The collar is wet."

Song Shiwei's cheeks instantly turned red, but instead of kicking him in shame and anger as usual, she remained quiet and said nothing.

Ji Yanchen raised his eyes in surprise. Their sights adapted to the darkness, and they looked at the unquenched passion in each other's eyes through the moonlight outside the window. After a moment, he touched her face and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

She was quiet for a while, then slowly opened her lips: "Yes."

The person in front of him was obviously surprised. Song Shiwei turned away, and before her courage was about to disappear, she gathered her strength and said in a very soft voice: "Under the coffee table, there is a flat square box with a bow."

Ji Yanchen paused for a few seconds, leaned over and found the box as she said. After opening it, there was a piece of fabric with no visible shape. The texture felt like pajamas. After taking away the fabric, there was a cave underneath, each with different packaging. There are no duplicates of the boxy little bags neatly attached to the bottom of the box.

He seemed a little stunned and didn't make any next move for a long time.

In the silence, Song Shiwei's heartbeat was beating nervously, and her cheeks were so hot that they felt like they were about to evaporate.

She resented his procrastination in her heart. She had already gone to this point and he still had to think twice? Any time he hesitates for a second now is disrespectful to her!

But soon she knew what he was thinking about after being silent for a long time. Finally, he started to move, and she heard him tearing the things off the box one by one, one, two, three, seven.

Song Shiwei couldn't help but kicked him on the back, and angrily lowered her voice and warned: "Ji Yanchen, don't go too far!"

It's already twelve o'clock, and they all have to go to work tomorrow, how could they use so much! He chuckled, put all the torn things into his pocket, bent over and hugged her, kissed her, and asked her for permission in a low voice: "Go to bed?"

She pursed her lips and nodded slightly, burying her face in his shoulder, unable to help but feel a little nervous.

He put her on the bed, brushed his arm over her and turned on the bedside table lamp, adjusting the brightness to the lowest level. Then he stood up and took off her shirt, held her ankles, and pressed them down again.

Without the barrier of fabric, temperature and emotions spread faster than viruses.

Song Shiwei was kissed so hot that she felt like she had a high fever. In her daze, she heard him murmuring: "Sorry, Weiwei."

She looked at his face in confusion: "Why? Why?"

Why apologize?

The consciousness she had just gathered was quickly shattered by his next actions. Her heart was nervous in her throat, and her thin white ankles were trembling. He kissed her lips softly to comfort her, but the force of the invasion was too strong to give in. Any chance she could go back on her words: "Because I'm selfish and despicable."

She groaned in pain and straightened her body. She had no time to think about his strange words. Her dark eyes filled with physiological tears, and she couldn't help but bite his shoulder. His clear breath in her nose was like a soothing analgesic. Under his deep kiss, she gradually relieved the initial pain. Her cheekbones slowly turned pink, and the pain and discomfort in her eyes were slowly blurred away. replaced. He stood up, pulled her ankle and kissed her, his movements were gentle and humble, but the possessiveness in his dark eyes was clear and strong, and extremely oppressive.

He made her feel strange, but not completely strange.

In the past, he had this look in his eyes when he kissed her hard. The difference was that today the emotions in his eyes were more than ten times stronger than before. If before he was just a nugget of large dogs, now he is completely suppressed by large carnivores. It not only wants to enjoy, but also tames and kills.

Song Shiwei was burned by his gaze and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the arrow had already left the string for a long time, and her fear came too slowly.

Her eyes drifted away, her throat was a little dry due to nervousness, she closed her eyes slightly and whispered: "Be gentle." The person in front of her stared at her darkly, and rubbed her face hard with his fingertips as an answer. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her. down.

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late at night.

The light in the room was quiet, the dark gray sheets were damp and messy, and the originally light grapefruit aroma was now completely covered by the charming smell, which was difficult to dilute even if the window was wide open for a while.

The sound of the shower in the bathroom didn't stop for a long time. Song Shiwei stood dazedly under the water, with her long dark hair half wet and pulled back behind her head, revealing her fair and slender neck.

They had been in the bedroom countless times just now. She was so exhausted that she felt as if she had been fished out of the water. She didn't even want to take a shower and just wanted to fall asleep. He tricked her into saying that he would help her take a shower. She didn't even have to move a finger, but as soon as she came in, he carried her to the sink, leaned over and pressed her down.

She was so tired that she wanted to cry. She turned her face away from his kiss and refused to cooperate, but he became more and more skillful in making her compromise. Within a few minutes, she fell limply in his arms, looking at the glass screen behind him with misty eyes. The two figures emerged, their dark eyes swaying, and their bodies tightened unconsciously due to shyness.