On the soft couch with the half-hidden gauze, a lingering and intense kiss was taking place. A pair of men and women sitting snuggling and swirling lips, greasy and greasy, seemed to kiss until dawn... No, it was not until the end of time and the end of life.

He pressed her with his body. Although he no longer bites her, his lips and tongue were rubbing against her, as if he was about to polish out the depression and irritability that had been going through the whole day. As the friction became hot, his face was close again. The breaths of the two people blew on each other's faces, stirring irregularly like the warm sea breeze in midsummer, conveying each other's warmth, as if boiling sea water was pouring out of his heart.

Youmeng obviously adapted to the kiss this time, and at least she could leave a little consciousness. She felt that he was extremely irritable today, and was more fierce than the past kisses she had. She knew that he was competing with her because her performance at the banquet made him unhappy. Men are really...

But she also reminded herself to stay awake and not to be kissed by him this time, because she was amazed last time and knew that he was now burned by anger and desire, and was on the boundary of an outbreak. He might lose control at any time. This is very dangerous for him.

When she was trying to guard against him, she made a very subtle move, but this small move played a key role in stabilizing his emotions at the moment, and seemed to potentially suggest her wisdom contained in her feelings, which destined him to fall into her palms in the future and be firmly grasped by her.

She no longer focused her whole heart, and focused her feelings on her lips and cheeks, but instead leaned against the wall of the bed but took the initiative to cater to him. Her arms were stretched softly, hooked his neck and shoulders, and while he kissed herself forever, she stroked his hair and the back of her neck with her hands, gently and soothingly, as if she was treating a child who was crying and wild.

He sensed such a different kind of tenderness, and suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart. The passionate kiss gradually eased, turning into a affectionate and sweet kiss. She still accompanied him, followed him, comforted him until the lion finally calmed down.

After forgetting the long kiss of the world and everything, he left Youmeng's lips and found that she was looking at him in a daze. Her face turned red. The lips he kissed were like rose petals after the rain, with bright and moist colors, and he couldn't take his eyes away.

"Okay..."

At this time, she leaned on the head of the bed with a gentle coquettish anger, like a drop of honey, and suddenly penetrated into his heart.

Hearing that she was asking him to stop and stop making trouble for her, he felt much more comfortable now, but he still felt unwilling: "You want to send me this way?"

"You have sent enough crazy and you have enough kisses..." She lowered her face shyly, with her little eyes secretly looking at him, and resenting him like a little wife, "Can you go back?"

Her order to expel him was dissatisfied. He bent over, put his arms on the back of the bed where she was leaning against, and circled her in a small space, forcing her with a sense of oppression.

"I admit it, you have to know, it's satisfying?" He smiled slightly with a hint of laughter, "I haven't said it."

"But this is my mansion after all, I can't let you mess around here." She glanced at him muffled, "You go quickly, I'm going to bed."

He sat upright and showed his arrogant arrogance: "Princess, I might as well tell you frankly that with your hospitality method like this, I wouldn't just forget it."

Seeing that he was reluctant to leave, Youmeng felt very troubled: "What else do you want?"
Chapter completed!