Ace Sniper Wife

I don't know if I'm dreaming.

Liu Wanyan sighed slightly.

But --

there was a gentle call in the ear.

"Wanyan."

"Wanyan."

"Wanyan..."

The familiar is frightening.

As if to be able to evoke the depressed emotion in the heart.

A line of clear tears, suddenly slipped from the fundus.

Warm fingers slide through the skin, leaving the residual temperature, brushing the tears from the corners of the eyes.

That careful movement, extremely gentle.

Liu Wanyan held out her hand vaguely and grasped a wet corner of her dress.

Squint in wonder.

The vision is becoming clearer.

A handsome and gentle face came into view, with suffocating gentleness, and there was some worry and discomfort between the eyebrows.

He bent over his body, slightly lowered his eyes, and looked at her gently.

That pair of eyes dyed with layer of fog, in the moment on the top, deep impact in the heart of the deepest.

"Zichen?"

Liu Wanyan encircles his waist, and the whole person is directly buried in his arms.

"I'm here." Song Zichen spoke in a low voice.

Heart, slightly painful.

With her fingers shaking gently, song Zichen raised her hand and covered her soft hair with her palm. She gently rubbed and rubbed it, which meant to comfort her.

"Zichen."

Buried in his arms, Liu Wanyan called again.

"I'm here."

Song Zichen again gave a low reply.

"Zichen, Zichen, Zichen..."

Liu Wanyan muttered and kept shouting.

Completely unconscious.

Song Zichen hesitated for a moment.

Lowering his head, looking at the one and a close of the lips, cheek dyed with red, lips even more, like blood in general red.

It's mouth watering.

With her lips pursed, a deep dark light flashed through song Zichen's eyes. At the next moment, she lowered her head and covered her lips.

Soft lips, with the hot temperature, belong to her taste spread in the lip.

Liu Wanyan frowned uncomfortably and opened her mouth subconsciously. However, she did not give her the chance to resist.

Their breathing began to pick up.

What's more, Liu Wanyan, who was confused, turned her passivity into her own initiative and didn't give song Zichen a chance to relax.

In the brain, that belongs to the rational string, as if in an instant into smoke.

Disappeared without a trace.

Lingering and passionate kiss, more and more wild up, only ambiguous voice in the cave.

The temperature is gradually rising.

Fingers up, subconsciously unbutton her.

One, one.

It seems that everything becomes unimportant.

Song Zichen kisses her eyes, hot tears with salty taste.

He woke up in a flash.

He opened his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms.

Her face was crimson and her eyes were slightly narrowed.

The sight moves down a little bit, from the eyes, the bridge of the nose, the red lips, to the chin, neck, clavicle

They are all pale red.

A sense of unspeakable guilt came from the bottom of my heart.

Song Zichen stops.

No way.

She's not awake yet.

You can't take advantage of others.

He, not him.

So

The agitation of suppressing the body.

Song Zichen frowned hard.