A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 120 Kissing, hugging and holding high

When he straightened up, Meng Yan felt his chest was hard.Her heart was suffocated, and even her breathing was tight.

When Meng Yan looked at him, the light in his eyes was faintly shattered.Like disturbing a pool of spring water, the moonlight sprinkled on the water waves, shining and shallow, rippling and shining.

Yin Heng's forehead touched her, and the tip of his nose touched.

Meng Yan opened her mouth and said, "Don't you regret it?"

Yin Heng's complexion suddenly changed a few times, and Meng Yan said sincerely before she could react, "Ah Heng, you look so beautiful."

Yin Heng: "..."

He regretted it a little in an instant, and shouldn't let her do it.

But Meng Yan obviously never tired of it, Meng Yan asked dryly: "Heng, can I kiss you?"

The next moment, Yin Heng supported the back of her head, tilted his head slightly, and kissed her.

Meng Yan's body was softened by his heat, and she lay on Yin Heng's body like water, a little unable to lift herself up.

Yin Heng's voice was hoarse and hoarse, and he paused every word: "You bullied me and can't stand up now, can't you do something to you?"

Meng Yan parted her lips slightly, panting lightly and looking at him.The eyes were full of light, and the corners of the eyes were sweet, polishing people's reason.

Yin Heng bowed his head, kissed her chin, and moved to those lips.

It was him in all Meng Yan's senses, and her fingertips slowly tightened, grabbing his loose and soft skirt, feeling that the bones were about to be melted away in his kiss.

Her ears are hot, and her heart is hot.

Meng Yan leaned quietly in his arms for a long time.

When she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own, she clasped his chest with her hands, and murmured: "I'll get a needle to prick your leg."

Hearing this, Yin Heng relaxed her slightly.

Meng Yan turned around and wanted to go out the door.However, as soon as she moved her footsteps, she didn't expect that she couldn't hold her breath for a while, and her legs gave way and she fell to the side.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yin Heng grabbed her waist, brought her into his arms, and sat on his lap.

Meng Yan lay in his arms, and both of them froze for a moment.

Yin Heng and her said in a low and hoarse voice: "Have you run out of strength?"

"There are some," Meng Yan said, not to be outdone, "I just accidentally tripped over it."

"Really." Yin Heng was noncommittal.

Meng Yan hurriedly pushed Yin Heng's shoulder and stood up again, took two deep breaths, and said while calming down: "Suck too much at once, it's a little crazy."

"Suck what?"

"**God opium."

Seeing Yin Heng looking at her, she explained concisely: "It's an addictive poisonous smoke."

When she spoke, there was a kind of charming and charming.

The dark tide in Yin Heng's eyes gradually receded, but the bottomless eyes still stayed on her lips for a moment. Hearing the words, she thought for a while, and then said with a soft ending: "You mean, do I make you addicted?"

Meng Yan nodded generously and admitted: "You just make me addicted, don't you know?"

The candles in the room flickered lightly, and Yin Heng lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

Later, Meng Yan really went back to her room to get the silver needle.

Yin Heng had already tidied up his clothes, and the skirts of the clothes were folded in an orderly manner, as if they were not allowed to be profaned.

She squatted in front of Yin Heng, raised her hand and rolled up his trouser legs.Twirling the silver needle on her finger, she stroked the skin with one hand, ready to pierce it.

Yin Heng saw that her hand holding the needle was slightly unsteady, and said, "Why don't you prick it tomorrow."

Meng Yan really felt powerless, her arms were still weak.

Meng Yan wanted to inject the needle several times, but she didn't know how to measure it properly. She couldn't bear to prick it lightly, so she had to stop and said, "I'm weak all over. What's the matter? Did you take cartilage powder?"

Yin Heng said: "Probably because the addiction hasn't stopped yet, and the mind is not very clear yet."

In the end, Meng Yan had no choice but to give up, and made an agreement with him to wait until tomorrow.

Meng Yan said: "Ah Heng, let me carry you to bed and rest."

Yin Heng looked at her, smiled faintly and said: "Do you have strength?"

"Let me try."

She came to hug him, but she was not very stable, how could she hug him.

Yin Heng pressed her lower back, but hugged her for a while.Then he lifted her body and sat sideways on his lap, holding her with one hand, pushing the wheelchair out of the house with the other, and said softly, "I'll take you back to your room."

Meng Yan put her arms around Yin Heng's neck subconsciously.

She asked: "Can you carry me now? Is it really not uncomfortable?"

"It's really not uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)