Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

"Han Yixing, to you, am I an outsider?"

His voice was deep, hoarse and pleasant, and his eyes were serious, with unstoppable affection.

Han Yixing really wanted to say, then come in, but the last bit of rationality made her wake up, and she just looked down at her toes in extreme distress.

How should I put it, say you are, because we are already divorced, then he will probably die of anger.

She said no, but he just wanted to stay overnight, and she wasn't ready to develop that far with him yet. [

Confused, he reached out and lifted her chin forcefully, forcing her to look directly at him.

"Star."

This time, it was the real bewitchment, which rang right next to her ears. The hoarseness almost made her legs go weak. She was a little annoyed. He had already seen through her mind. Why did he have to force her?

"Obviously already know, but still keep asking, Meng Beichen, say you will force me."

You also know how timid I am. After experiencing such a thing, how can I suddenly regard the sweetness of this day as real?

"Then you, give me a goodnight kiss." He sighed and could only give in.

This request was not too much, Han Yixing did not refuse, tiptoed to kiss his face, but he turned his face sideways in an instant, met her lips precisely, and when she was about to back away in surprise, he stretched out his hand to press her lips. in the back of her head.

Han Yixing stretched out a hand to pinch his waist, doing his tricks.

But he didn't care about it like a mosquito bite. He thought about it for a day, but he didn't kiss her properly. Every time he touched her, she pushed her away. Of course, he wouldn't let her go this time.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and pressed the other on the back of her head, wishing he could rub her whole body into his body and take her away directly.

The two of them had just drank green tea, and there was a faint tea fragrance in each other's mouths. He couldn't stop kissing, almost wanting to suck all the air out of her.

Forcing her tongue to dance with him, Han Yixing struggled to breathe, he just wanted to draw air from him in a daze, his head responded to him as if dizzy, and gradually spun.

Meng Beichen sucked her lips lightly, and finally let go reluctantly. Seeing her blushing, gasping for breath, her kissing skills were still so jerky, he felt unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.