Kiss You, Sweetheart

He smelled that she had just washed it. Her action suddenly made song Zhixin's eyes surge with anger. She was avoiding his intimacy, and her jaw could not help biting: "it's better to wash it clean."

Demi avoided the anger in his eyes and said with a smile, "I will."

Song Zhixin

This woman He loosens Demi's waist, walks to the coffee table, picks up a cigarette box, draws out a cigarette and holds it in his mouth. Demi has entered the bathroom.

She said to wash first, but she kept her self-esteem and didn't want to face the stinging feeling when he said it.

Because she washed it in the hotel, Demi washed it quickly, but thinking that song Zhixin wanted her to clean it up, she stayed a little longer. Otherwise, he should criticize her that she was not clean enough.

These scruples made song Zhixin feel that she was just delaying time and evading him.

Before Demi came, the bathroom door was opened by song Zhixin, still looking at her with a cold face.

Seeing that she had been washed, the corner of her mouth provoked a sarcastic sneer: "why don't you wash till dawn?"

Demi bit her lips slightly. As soon as she opened her lips, song Zhixin pulled her into her arms as soon as she extended her long arm. As soon as she lowered her head, she kissed her fiercely.

Slim body, he gently and skillfully into his arms, a few steps past, put Demi on the bed.

Demi's body is tight for no reason.

Song Zhixin frowned, left her lips, with a warning tone: "if it's still like last time, it's forced_ If you look like a traitor, you won't get the first place again. "

Demi: --

She slipped her throat and said, "yo Try your best

Song Zhixin's cold eyes all of a sudden tightened, tightly clasped her wrist, low Li Li said: "and I just try my best? Demi, your original wind_ Where have you been? "

Coquettish!!!

It turned out that she was in his heart, really so unbearable.

Demi's eyes were filled with tears, but she tried to hold them back.

Song Zhixin bited his cheek coldly and forced himself not to feel distressed. He said in a hard voice, "please me like before!"

As her fingers move, song Zhixin's Nightgown slips in Demi's eyes

Inevitably, as long as a century, this time because of the foreplay, Demi's feeling is not so bad, and song Zhixin seems to be very happy, and her face is more beautiful.

He leaned on the head of the bed, smoking leisurely, squinting at Demi's good clothes. The eyes are deep and deep. I don't know what he is thinking.

Demi saw the smoke curling up in front of him and wanted to persuade him not to smoke so much. But when you think about your identity, you're silenced. Maybe he would say that she was nosy, and she was not qualified to touch everything about him now.

It's just a skirt. Demi's going to put it on soon. She took a look at Song Zhixin, who was pinching a cigarette, and whispered, "I'm leaving."

Song Zhixin did not respond, like in the concentration of cigarette pinching. Demi turned and went to the clothes rack to get her bag. Song Zhixin's voice began to ring slowly: "wait a minute."

Demi's hands froze, she took off her bag and looked at him calmly.

Song Zhixin put on her nightgown. Her movements were very natural and graceful. Demi's eyes twinkled slightly.

As he tied the bag around his waist, he walked over to Demi, still looking at her faintly.