I Loaded the Healing System

Sexual pleasure and satisfaction are sometimes even more addictive than drugs.

He faintly couldn't control his desire, and he couldn't help exploring up little by little.

If you stay in one place for too long, you will inevitably get bored.

This is true for everyone.

And Zhao Qingyu also fully reacted.

This is by no means a massage.

She knew exactly what he was doing, and even more what he was going to do.

She could stop at any time, kick him down at any time.

But her body was enjoying it impotently, as if playing a depraved symphony, and his fingertips were like passing notes, immersing her spirit.

So when he cautiously explored upwards, Zhao Qingyu noticed it immediately, but he didn't take immediate action.

And in many cases, silence means acquiescence.

Especially when the ambiguous atmosphere is rendered to the extreme.

Gollum.

Shen An was very nervous.

He didn't know how Zhao Qingyu would react.

Even though Zhao Qingyu pretended nothing had happened, he was still very nervous.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the youthful period. On that night, he carefully explored the true meaning of life from the person next to his pillow.

Finally, I touched the extremely soft and extremely elastic part.

Zhao Qingyu's upright half moon has already made Shen An covet for a long time.

As the saying goes, look at the upper body from the front, and the lower body from the back. One is the chest and the other is the buttocks. They are all sources of sexy that are difficult to control.

He took a deep breath, determined to be bolder.

He continued to dig his fingers a little bit deeper, passing through the tiny gap in the fabric, trying to get a more realistic touch.

His heart was beating wildly, and the silence of the night couldn't hide the gradually warming lights.

The interlacing of light and shadow is like two hearts dancing.

The only pity is: Zhao Qingyu is covered with a quilt, he can only rely on the sense of touch, but cannot obtain vision with the naked eye.

But that's enough.

This vacation trip brought an unprecedented breakthrough to the relationship between Shen An and Zhao Qingyu.

More important than ever.

If Shen An's nervousness is ten, then Zhao Qingyu's nervousness is one hundred, or even one thousand.

Although he returned to youthfulness in a trance, no matter what he said, he was a man who had experienced many battles.

Only Zhao Qingyu, she is completely young.

An unprecedented feeling grew in her heart and gradually spread to her whole body.

The light was so bright that it illuminated her snow-white skin with patches of red.

That is her shyness, her reserve and her patience.

From the moment she tacitly allowed Shen An to continue to explore, Zhao Qingyu realized that the initiative he wanted might never come back to him.

But maybe that's not such a bad thing.

She actually got a sense of satisfaction that she had never had before from Shen An's careful fingertip touch.

Not only the physical feedback, but also the joy of being filled to the extreme spiritually.

She inevitably degenerates step by step and even becomes addicted.

How could she be willing to push him away?

Zhao Qingyu's mind was at a loss, and his almost blank brain couldn't think of anything.

She let Shen An explore step by step, and the distance moved by every fingertip seemed to herald Zhao Qingyu's fall.

One inch, another inch.

People are greedy, especially men.

Shen An also almost lost his restraint, because when his fingers touched the most sensitive part only a few inches away, he also felt a little wet.

汗？

No, definitely not Khan.

If it's not sweat, what is it?

The answer is imminent.

She is really sensitive.

But at this moment, Shen An stopped.

He no longer continued to explore forward, and he no longer continued to sway his fingertips.

He retreated step by step calmly and orderly.

Going forward, this layer of paper will be completely pierced.

When the ambiguity and charm that floated in the depths are uncovered and come to the surface, it may be good for Shen An or Zhao Qingyu, but it may not be a good thing.

Zhao Qingyu could naturally feel his retreat keenly.

why?

She was puzzled.

She turned her head quietly, her vixenous eyes had lost their charm, they were staring in the dark and unclear, staring with resentment and grievance.

The most touching moment of a fox is not that her cunning and charm are blooming, but that she is begging for your embrace pitifully.

Shen An lifted the quilt to cover Zhao Qingyu's long legs exposed in the air.

Then he also lay down, facing Zhao Qingyu's resentful gaze, and hugged her gently.

"Are you done?"

Zhao Qingyu was silent for a long time before asking quietly.

He didn't want to reveal it.

Zhao Qingyu thought of the answer.

"En." Shen An nodded slightly, and said softly, "Are you more comfortable?"

Zhao Qingyu turned his head: "Uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable."

Yes, she was very distressed.

Why did he hold back?

And her body is suffering too.

The feeling of not being up or down is not only for men.

Shen An rubbed her hair: "It's like this, it feels a little uncomfortable after pressing, but it will be much better after a night of sleep."

"I can not sleep."

Zhao Qingyu said lightly.

"I'll sleep with you in my arms." The corners of Shen An's mouth curled up slightly.

"Then I can't sleep anymore."

Zhao Qingyu sneered.

"Then I'll sing to lull you to sleep?" After Shen An finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhao Qingyu was taken aback, then looked back and said, "Do you sing well?"

"No, it's not a question of whether it sounds good or not."

Shen An said in a deep voice, "It's a question of how difficult it is to hear."

Zhao Qingyu chuckled: "You don't want me to sleep on purpose?"

"Although it's ugly." Shen An narrowed his eyes: "But I have never sang to lull others to sleep."

His hand brushed her face lightly, and moved her little face back a little bit so that the four eyes could meet.

"Even if it sounds ugly, bear with it and don't let me down."

The smile on the corner of his mouth is so beautiful.

Zhao Qingyu didn't know why, she felt that Shen An was very handsome at the moment.

She turned around, buried her head in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "You sing."

"Ah."

Shen An gently patted her on the back, and hummed: "Even if the enthusiasm is extinguished, the night of breaking up is still important."

Zhao Qingyu raised his head: "I don't understand."

"It's better if you don't understand, so it won't sound so bad."

"Cut~"

Zhao Qingyu curled up her delicate body and hugged him even harder: "Keep singing."

"Sweet talk, lies and laughing, give me more and don't lack~"

"The topic is over, it doesn't matter, kiss me until the cold night~"

She still can't understand.

But it didn't matter, her eyes gradually closed, and her body also ushered in bouts of fatigue.

Maybe she wasn't insomnia.