Without waiting for Xiao Jingchen to react, Mo insists that he has already carried the evening star to his car.

When a gas pedal is stepped down, the silver sports car rushes into the distance like an arrow.

-

In a ward of the hospital.

The nurse hung a bottle for the evening star and then left.

The ward was quiet.

Mo Zhiyan sat next to her and tried her forehead with his hand.

Before the girl woke up, Mo insisted on condensing her, with a deep eye.

"A fool is better than a star." He pulled up the other hand of Wanxing, which had no needle, and gently rubbed it against his face. His tone was domineering and helpless. "The fever is nearly 40 degrees. Do you really want me to die of heartache?"

I haven't seen her so close since I got drunk that night and decided to give her up completely.

Her eyebrows and eyes, her nose, her mouth, her all have long been deeply imprinted in Mo's mind.

But I can't see enough of it.

She's not awake. There's no one around.

He doesn't have to pretend anymore.

Unconsciously, put on his face gently rubbed hands, then turned a track, on the side of the mouth to kiss.

These days to her restraint of emotion, in such a scene was disintegrated clean.

Once this kind of mood reaches the bottom, it will rebound more violently.

He wants more. He wants more.

Mo insisted that the sexy Adam's apple rolled for a while, and his eyes fell on the two light lips.

Because she was ill, the color of her lips was very light, but with a fatal temptation.

The boy's breathing increased a little.

He forced himself to look away, got up and walked towards the window, as if suppressing his desire.

But just walked did not have two steps to suddenly stop, low curse after a, is the pace of rapid fold back.

Mo insisted on leaning over, one hand on the edge of the bed, the other hand raised her chin, thumb rubbed her lips, whispered to himself, "Ning Wanxing, you actually care about me, don't you?"

It is impossible for Wanxing to answer his question without waking up.

Mo insisted on whispering, "yes, you just care about me."

Otherwise, why would she worry about his stomach disease and learn to cook soup for him?

Mo insists on the eye son of the speech not for a moment of looking at the girl, rub the thumb of her lip, took up a trace of ambiguity.

He lowered his head a little and put his lips up.

The thin lip just rubs her lip / flap so lightly, lifting up a numb electric current feeling and spreading to the whole body; Sue, his heart melted.

A kiss to taste.

After so many days of emotional repression, he knew that if he went further, it would be more than a kiss.

Can be such a taste and stop the kiss, but let his breathing are confused.

Mo insists on burying Jun's face in Ning Wanxing's neck and gasping.

What's it like to love a woman to the extreme?

Roughly speaking, she doesn't have to do anything. Just lying here, he can react to her.

Even breathing was a seduction to him.

All over the body is shouting, go to her.

It's hard to bear, but it's throbbing.

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