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"I mean it, sir, you You can go back and practice kissing Kiss me again, or I'll die. " He finished all he wanted to say in his heart. Mingke bit his lip and stared at Beiming night's more and more black face with innocent eyes. He was scared by his face.

Although he knew that his words would make him unhappy, the shadow of death always shrouded her. If she always worried that she would die when kissing, who would like to?

Beiming night is really angry with her words. He never thought that one day he would be rejected by a woman. His kissing skill is not good, but he Never kiss a woman, except her! Where does kissing come from?

He asked himself that he had taught himself very well. Which time did he not kiss so well that he was almost drunk?

But he didn't expect that when he was so intoxicated, this woman actually despised him!

"Sir..." Mingke was really a little flustered. His face was completely black, and his eyes were very cold. There were two groups of flames beating in the cold, obviously trying to suppress his anger.

She's just telling the truth. Is it necessary to be so angry? If she could, she didn't want to be angry with him or make him angry, but she had to plan for her own life. If she didn't remind him, she was really afraid that one day she would become the first woman in Dongling who died of kissing.

"Sir." She gently pulled his skirt and carefully said, "Sir, I just It's just

"Just what?" His voice is very low, low in still showing the impulse has not dissipated hoarse, such a voice, let the name can't stop small heart was scared out of a shiver.

After several days of relationship with him, she almost forgot what kind of man this man was. When she saw him smile a lot, she thought that he was different from the past. But in fact, he was still the night of the northern underworld, the terrible man.

Just, after getting a little gentle treatment from him occasionally, she really didn't want them to go back to the past.

"Sir." She raised the two rows of long and thick eyelashes, looked up at him and said sincerely, "Sir, I didn't mean to, but every time you kiss me, I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I just I just hope you can pay a little attention to it. If one day... "

She bit her lip and noticed that his face became more and more ugly because of her words. But now that she had said that, why don't you tell him clearly: "when you kiss me in the future, can you leave me a chance to breathe well? Otherwise, if I die from kissing you, you will have a shadow in your heart, won't you? "

He frowned and his face became more gloomy. So, do you dislike him or think about him?

"No, I don't mean anything else." Easily see his disdain, she said: "I really have no other meaning."

Small hand holding his skirt, dare not force, just a pair of uneasy with a little look forward to, this appearance, let the northern night stuffy at the same time can not help but pity up.

It's just that what she said is really hard to accept. I don't think his kissing skill is good. What's the matter? I've never met such a situation in my life.

He was angry, but he was more embarrassed and despised by women. In fact, he was a bit ashamed.

Ming didn't speak any more. They just looked at each other.

Beiming night is not know what to say, you can't be in a woman disliked, can you coax her?

As for Mingke, she is really flustered. She has already said what she said, and it's hard to stop. At this time, either he accepts her suggestion and goes back to practice his kissing skills Although, she still can't imagine how to practice kissing.

Or he would get angry and strangle her

She blinked and looked at him pitifully, waiting for a response.

As time went by, I don't know how long it took. Beiming night suddenly pursed her lips and put her big palm on the bed, making her body far away from her.

Mingke breathed a sigh of relief. At the moment when he let go of himself, she felt that her breath was coming.

He is really heavy. He has been pressing on her all the time. Even if she can breathe, it is not smooth.

"Sir." She looked up at him again, trying to say something.

Beiming night suddenly pressed down again and lowered her head to gnaw at her lips: "you teach me."

His voice is dumb, less unhappy, but more expectant: "I haven't kissed a woman, you are the first. If you think I'm not good at kissing, teach me well."

Mingke listened to his words, for a long time, his mind was blank, until he understood and reacted, he was surprised to open his eyes, subconsciously replied: "I haven't kissed a man, you are also my first, how can I teach you?"

"Let's learn together." The sentence "you are also my first" made him feel better.

She was in love with her boyfriend from the beginning to the end.Lips slightly Yang Yang, even he did not notice, the original mood is so easy to be around this woman.

He bowed his head and kissed her on the lips. His voice was still hoarse, but much clearer than just now: "since I have no experience, then Let's explore together. I'll teach you, and you'll teach me. "

After that, the two hot lips came together again.

Mingke tried to escape, but his big palm fell on her small face and broke it back, leaving her nowhere to escape.

The four lips were close to each other, so he didn't dare to let himself gnaw down like he used to. He was afraid that she would despise him if he was not careful, so he could only let his movements be the lightest and softest.

However, in addition to sticking with her, I don't know what to do next.

In the heart a confused, exactly what kind of kiss skill is good? The more he kisses down, the more he wants to exert himself. If he doesn't exert himself, he will go crazy!

Mingke doesn't know what to do. He always leads her. She either gnaws down or kisses hard. Anyway, she doesn't have any chance to resist. She's always so passive and her brain doesn't need to think.

But now, he said he would study with her. If she didn't work harder, would he go back to the way he used to?

Now the northern night is really reassuring. At least she knows that this kiss won't kill her, but she I really don't understand

She finally took a deep breath, pressed down all the shyness in her heart, opened her lips slightly, and took the initiative to respond

These two people are like two studious children, their lips are close to each other.

I don't know how long I've been pestering. When Mingke's lower lip was hurt by Beiming night, she pushed him gently and cried out: "the tenth time!"