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Mingke was startled and exclaimed. He put his hands on the bed and tried to prop up his body.

She lowered her head to look at the evil spirit in the northern night. She was so anxious that she breathed: "you are hurt. I will really hurt you, sir. Don't make such a joke."

"I'm not afraid of pain myself. What are you afraid of?" He really didn't care. His long arms fell on her waist. He didn't pull her down, but he didn't let her go. It was just that the weight of her two long arms was enough to make her unbearable. After being together for so long, he knew her ability like the back of his hand.

So he just let his long arm fall on her waist. There is no need to exert force. Soon the girl will fall on him.

However, Mingke seemed determined not to let herself down this time. Even though she felt more and more heavy, her two slender arms trembled slowly because she couldn't carry them on the bed. She still stood up and tried not to let herself fall.

Just because she knew that as soon as she fell, she would really hurt him.

Although he doesn't care, she can't care as much as he does. How can she pressure a patient?

"Stop it, sir." Her breath was short, and her voice began to be a little hoarse: "I really can't hold on any longer. Let go."

"I don't want to let go." He hummed, really not willing to let go: "you don't want to pressure me, it's better to let me pressure you instead."

"Sir!" Mingke exclaimed with a look of anxiety: "you are really hurt tonight. Don't do that."

"Shall I prove to you that I'm not as badly hurt as you think?" He snorted again, and his disdain grew stronger.

Name can be really anxious in the heart, this man how is to say with him not clear? She took two low breaths, still trying to persuade: "come on, I really don't want to..."

"What don't you want?"

"I don't want to roll the sheets with a man who is full of scars!" Finally, she couldn't help staring at him. The reason didn't make sense, and her complaint couldn't be hidden: "looking at your injury, can I still be interested?"

Beiming night heart a Leng, after a moment of silence, a face suddenly rose red up.

This woman! This damned woman, actually dislikes his body to have the wound, said that sees his wound not to be able to lift the interest! How dare she tell him that she was not interested in facing him!

"Girl, did you eat leopard gall tonight?" Once his eyes sank, he couldn't take care of anything else. One turned over and pressed her down. Mori Han's eyes locked on her small face. He said: "dare to dislike your man, are you really tired of living?"

"That's not what I mean." Name can both hands fall on his chest, but dare not force to push him, can only hastily way: "I am really afraid to hurt you."

"Am I so vulnerable?" His face is really not very good-looking, and I don't know whether he was angry by her words, or because he had to bear the impulse, he could hold such an ugly expression.

However, I could see that she didn't mean to laugh at herself, but only had sincere concern. The concern in her eyes finally let the sullen in his heart go away.

Looking down at her two thin lips, he couldn't help stretching out his long finger, fingertips across her lips.

Mingke held his chest tightly. He didn't move, and she didn't dare to move. She was just waiting for him to pick up his impulse and get up from her.

It's really not suitable for the situation tonight. She's now In fact, he is not so resistant to doing that kind of thing with him, as long as he is not so violent, but he has to wait for his recovery.

Beiming night just looked at her like this. I don't know how long he looked at her. Suddenly, his eyes beat again. After so long, he still said softly, "I'll kiss you."

"No..."

Her voice was sealed by him under two thin lips in an instant. He said kiss and then kiss. Without waiting for her response, he bowed his head to block her lips and forced to kiss. Again, a kiss without any skill.

Mingke put her hands on his chest. At the beginning, she didn't dare to resist anything, until it became difficult to breathe. Even at the end, there was no fresh air in her body. Finally, she couldn't help struggling under him.

When will he be able to practice his kissing skills? She really can't breathe!

However, she was not happy to let him find another woman to practice outside, although she knew very well that she was not qualified to be unhappy.

The little hand was pushing on his chest. At the beginning, he gently refused, but later he was struggling. Beiming night didn't feel her protest, but he was always reluctant to let go after kissing.

Until even he himself felt a little uncomfortable breathing, he finally raised his lips, gave her a little breathing space, and gave himself a chance to relax.

Mingke, who was liberated, gasped. She was breathing too fast, and her chest was constantly rising and falling. Looking at this scene, Beiming night's eyes darkened again. Her long finger moved along her chin to her neck and continued to move downward"Don't touch me again!" Aware of his attempt, she grasped his big palm and gasped in a dumb voice: "don't Don't touch me... "

Beiming night's long finger stopped on her sexy clavicle, and slowly crossed her delicate and smooth skin. His voice was even hoarse: "I didn't want to do anything, just look and kiss."

Mingke gasped for a moment, adding to the strength of holding his palm. He looked worried: "it's impossible. If you've seen it, you will It will be

"I'm just looking." The long finger of Beiming night goes down again.

Mingke didn't want to let him succeed. One hand couldn't stop him. The other hand also reached out and held his big palm. She said urgently: "really can't!"

"Woman, are you too disobedient?" He bowed his head and planned to block her small mouth. Only when he kisses her hard, she will know what is good.

Seeing that he was about to kiss himself, Mingke was so flustered that he turned away from his kiss and exclaimed, "don't kiss again, you You'll suffocate me. "

"You can breathe by yourself." His lips have been pressed down, kiss her lips, long finger fell on her face, she broke a small face back.

Name can be more urgent, before he blocked his thin lips again, she exclaimed: "no! You kiss so badly that I can't breathe! "

Bad kisses!

These four words made Beiming night stiff. All his actions stopped in an instant. He looked down at her, and his face turned black in an instant.

This damned woman, dare to despise his poor kissing skill, she despises him!

Mingke also knows that her words will hurt the self-esteem of this great God more or less, but she is telling the truth. His kissing skill is really inferior to that of heaven and earth.

He has been kissing so many times, which time is not wandering on the edge of life and death? When was he not kissing me and I almost died of suffocation?