Borrowing a Kiss

    Remembering this, Liang Muqiu's expression became a little weird.

    But Cen Nan's mobile phone is not in harmony with him, he doesn't listen to the command at all, and he doesn't consciously freeze the black screen at all.

    After the rivalry between the female boss and the little policeman, it was Liang Muqiu's turn to appear.

    He was less than twenty-two at that time, his eyebrows were green, but he was as beautiful as pearls, translucent white, clean, showing a kind of pitiful pink, since he was playing a little lover, he deliberately wore She wore a somewhat transparent white shirt with only half of the buttons buttoned. The black trousers were serious, but they were loose and loose, revealing a soft white waistline.

    This scene is that in order to stimulate the little policeman, the female boss deliberately called the little lover she had raised to flirt in front of the little policeman.

    A group of them are shooting students' homework, and the teachers are open-minded and not restrained.

    Liang Muqiu should take the initiative to seduce the female boss in the play.

    But he was only in his twenties, and he had only seduced one man, the surname Cen Mingnan. Now that he was asked to seduce women, he didn't know what to do. He lay down on the imperial concubine's couch. The woolen blanket on the couch was white, and he was also white. The pearls fell into the snowdrifts. He couldn't let go, and he lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. He didn't look like a goblin raised by a female boss, but like a loot that was stolen.

    Six years have passed, and now the twenty-eighth Liang Muqiu is still a little thin-skinned. Looking at herself in the short video, she is somewhat ashamed, she stretches out her hand to block, "There's nothing to see, it won't affect me if I jump. drama."

    But as soon as his hand touched the phone, Cen Nan grabbed it.

    Cen Nan glanced down at him, the mood in his eyes was unclear, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or angry, "Don't make trouble, I really want to see it."

    Cen Nan pressed his hand under the palm of his hand, but was restless.

    And in the short video, the female boss also bullied her, sat on the couch of the imperial concubine, teasing her lover like playing the piano, and her fingers skipped like a dragonfly, which means there is , but it didn't come to fruition.

    They were all students back then, and no one was a professional, and they didn't know how many times they laughed. In this kind of "molesting" plot, other girls don't pursue professionalism, and most of them come for nothing, mainly relying on borrowing.

    Too commonplace.

    But this is not the case in Cen Nan's eyes.

    He saw Liang Muqiu stretched out on the couch, like an innocent deer in the forest, unbelievably beautiful, and everyone wanted to capture him.

    This is the Liang Muqiu he has seen.

    Because at this time, Liang Muqiu had been separated from him for more than a year.

    In a place far away from his reach, all the beauty and warmth of Liang Muqiu has nothing to do with him, but is seen by others.

    He deserved it.

    But he couldn't help but be jealous.

    He lowered his eyes, and the hand that hooked Liang Muqiu's waist gently rubbed on the waistline.

    He seemed curious and asked calmly, "You guys have been filming this scene for a long time."

    Liang Muqiu didn't dare to look at the screen, but he didn't think much about it, and he seriously recalled, "It's not long, just an hour or two."

    Cen Nan's eyes sank.

      in nightgown.

    Now the fool knows what it means.

    Liang Muqiu froze for a while, but did not expect Cen Nan to be such an upright hooligan.

    The phone fell to one side, rolled on the soft quilt a few times, and turned it over, only a faint sound could be heard, but the picture could not be seen.

    And Cen Nan turned over, the quilt was arched by his back, he supported Liang Muqiu with one hand, and the other hand grabbed Liang Muqiu's wrist and put it on his lips kiss.

    He asked, "Tell me, did she touch you like that?"

    He asked, lips along Liang Muqiu's wrist all the way up.

    A kiss as light as a feather.

    Only rub it lightly against the skin, I can't say the color y, but I want to say it is pure, but it is really like a prairie fire.

    You Qi Cen Nan kept staring at Liang Muqiu without blinking.

    Finally, Cen Nan's lips touched the collarbone, the side of his neck, and gently landed on Liang Muqiu's chin.

    But she didn't kiss Liang Muqiu's lips.

    Liang Muqiu's face has turned pink, and her heart is beating like a drum.

    Whether he was eighteen years old or now, when he met Cen Nan, it was easy to lose his head.

    When he was filming in his senior year, the girl who played the boss was very relaxed when he was filming with him. He was nervous in front of the camera, but he was not shy in front of the girl.

    He didn't even have the slightest heart to flirt with her.

    But Cen Nan's fingers just lightly pressed his lips, and the slightly rough finger pads rubbed his lips, like kneading a plump and juicy peach, he would not I consciously softened my waist, and my brain became mushy, like a river that melted in spring, flowing gracefully.

    He is not irresistible to temptation.

    He just couldn't resist Cen Nan.

    Cen Nan wiped his fingers along the gap between his lips, with a little force, his eyes were terrifyingly deep, like a tyrant and a lover.

    He asked in a hoarse voice, "Qiubao, dear, tell me, where did she touch you?"

    Liang Muqiu couldn't tell.

    After six years, who still remembers a lot.

    He vaguely remembered the answer in his heart, but in fact he didn't touch it anywhere, and the girls were also thin-skinned, and they were all clothes when he touched them.

    It's not like Cen Nan is so rude, he just picks the flesh to touch.

    But he just pursed his lips, and the lips touched the tip of Cen Nan's nails.

    Cen Nan's voice was even more hoarse, "That's why it's touched everywhere."

    After he finished saying this, he pulled his fingers away, leaned forward a little, and kissed Liang Muqiu with his lips.

    Where does he need answers.

    He doesn't need to.

    Liang Muqiu hissed in pain, but he did not stop.

    He opened his eyes and looked at Cen Nan, his fingers lightly placed under Cen Nan's ear, where there was a small black mole.

    The people who filmed this short film with him back then, except for Liu Fengtao, can't remember his face.

    But so many years.

    He didn't even forget the mole under Cen Nan's ear.

    If he really wants to stop Cen Nan, he can speak now.

    But the night was gentle, the bedroom was dark and gloomy, and the citrus fragrance transpired in the warm quilt, becoming an ambiguous introduction.

    He ended up saying nothing.

    In terms of seduction, it depends on Concubine Cen