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The teenager was more angry than her, and his hands were tighter, no matter how the witch tugged, he couldn't pull him away.

"That was a prank. Didn't you see that his feet were swollen by me?"

"But you let him kiss you!" The teenager continued to make trouble.

The witch had a headache and raised her head, stating: "That's just the back of the hand."

"But he still touched your body with his dirty lips!"

Witch: "..."

The drunken little guy is not cute at all!

"So what do you say?"

Can't you sit together on the roof all night?

"What, how?"

Dyson repeated a sentence, blinking turquoise eyes in the mist, under the night sky, bright streamers.

He suddenly bent his lips, as if thinking of a particularly good idea.

"Then! I want to kiss too!"

"Okay, just let me kiss you?" The witch really couldn't get him, and she didn't even know how to get this guy down.

She took the initiative to stretch out her white and slender little hands, and put her back on the lips of the teenager.

The teenager didn't answer. He lowered his head and kissed the spot where Albert kissed during the day.

With a soft, moist touch, the witch blinked in surprise. Why does it feel different?

It was also a kiss gesture, when Albert kissed the back of her hand, she only felt her heart stopped, and even a little slap in the face.

But when the teenager's soft lips fell on her hand.

The tip of the tongue brushed the blue blood vessels on the back of her hand, and the soft curls brushed her arm.

All feelings are very novel.

So, when the teenager took a tentative, like a hungry puppy in the desert, found the water source, and pressed it to her pink lips, she was strangely not refused.

As a result, the teenager paralyzed by alcohol began to be excited, and at a time it was impossible to tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.

Maybe it's a dream--

Because in reality, the witch would not obey him so well, and he kissed him in his arms.

Moonlight is like gauze, bright and bright.

Guangdu seemed to exude soft light on the witch's fresh and white body like a girl. Gentle is like the finest jade, and Dyson glides across the green eyes.

Like a most devout believer, he took the witch's hand and kissed from his fingertips, all the way up.

Forehead, tip of nose, lips—

All the way down, he seemed to kiss every corner of the witch's body to declare sovereignty.

Above the head is the flowing galaxy. The witch has lived for so long, and for the first time has such a strange feeling.

The person who gave her a wonderful feeling was actually the child she was looking at.

Shame and excitement made her curl up her pink and round toes. When the teenager leaned over, she finally couldn't help tightening her instep and her bow became a beautiful arc——

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The golden beams scattered everywhere in the palace.

In the snow-white fox duvet, the two have a young face, and the same delicate and flawless teenagers are embracing each other, and their dreams are sound.

suddenly--

When a ray of sunlight hit the teenager's eyes, his pierced eyelashes tremble, and finally opened his eyes uncontrollably.

The next second, sweet breathing drilled into the nasal cavity, so that the teenager could not help the pupils contraction.

What happened last night?

Fragmented pieces of memory slowly returned to the cage and were put together by Dyson.

When he thought back, he stumbled up the roof, got into the witch's arms, and finally kissed her body ...