Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Gu Qingqing didn't know, so she begged for mercy softly and softly: "My husband, I'm so tired, can I do it later?"

Lengscheng spoke again: "Say it again!"

"Husband..."

This time, Gu Qingqing was deeply kissed by Lengscheng before he finished speaking.

He likes her to call him "husband", not by his first name, nor by first and last name, let alone calling him "husband" coldly, as if they are really just strangers who respect each other like a guest!

After a deep kiss, Lengscheng let go of her gently. Looking down, Gu Qingqing in his arms was already soft like a piece of melted rouge, fragrant and soft, with a few traces of crimson on his cheeks, and the blurred pupils of the eyes were rippling, as if looking slightly open. Hold him.

"Although you are not wrong to say that... you will call me that from now on." He said in a weak tone, as if he didn't want her to say that, but in fact he pecked at the corner of her lips and returned his eyes. Faintly asked: "I want to drink water, and pour some for you by the way?"

Gu Qingqing nodded repeatedly, indeed thirsty. Leng Sicheng got up and quickly poured a glass of white water. Gu Qingqing thought it was for her, and immediately reached out to take it. Who knows, the glass swayed back and forth in front of her, and finally returned to his lips and took a big sip.

Gu Qingqing is a bit speechless, didn't you give me the water to drink? Why did you drink it all by yourself? When he was in doubt, Lengscheng leaned down and relieved a drop of water from his lips.

"Hmm..." The clear water slowly poured in, like a torrential rain on her originally dry little land. She didn't take the initiative and didn't resist his approach, but now she subconsciously hugged him tightly, like a very hungry person begging for the source of life, slapped me carefully.

Leng Sicheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He originally hated this feeling of interdependence between lips and teeth because of a little autism and cleanliness. Later, she was at odds with Gu Qingqing, and she didn't like to kiss him very much. He never felt that it was a very happy thing to be intimate with her and to entangle without scruples.

It wasn't close contact, but it felt closer than that. After feeding water once, Gu Qingqing's originally chapped lips looked like moisturized flowers, and they were in full bloom. She also stroked the corners of her lips and smiled softly: "I want more."

"Don't worry, there's more." He turned around to get the water, and repeated his tricks, until after three or four feedings, and only fed a large glass of water to a shallow level, then he satisfactorily placed the cup on the bedside table .

Looking back, Gu Qingqing leaned on the pillow and closed her eyes contentedly, and her lips opened slightly. It looked like a cat who had finally eaten a handful of dried fish and was content to bask in the sun. But the cat gurgled in her stomach, which was obviously hungry.

Leng Sicheng raised the corners of her lips slightly when she heard the "gurg" in her stomach. But he also deliberately frowned slightly, trying to tighten the curvature of his lips: "Looking at you like that, maybe I can't cook for me. Forget it, let me do anything."

Before Lengscheng got up, he was still reminiscing the taste of her lips, and wanted to kiss him. For a long time, his lips fell on her cheek: "Wait."

Gu Qingqing nodded feebly, only feeling that Leng Sicheng slowly got up and walked out the door with his slippers.