"Good boy, don't..." Yin Han wanted to stop the little hands that were making trouble inside his clothes.
At the same time, he raised his head, his lips a little moist.
"Why not? I like it." Nan Sheng said and started to pull Yin Han's shirt.
"Shengsheng... don't." Yin Han's smooth forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and veins appeared on the arm that was supported by the side. The hair hanging at the end of his eyes blocked the rolling pain under his eyes.
But Nan Sheng acted as if she hadn't heard anything, and shook off his hand, forcefully taking off his shirt. Yin Han was so anxious that he held the troublesome little hands: "Sheng Bao, don't do it, okay?"
Yin Han almost begged.
Nan Sheng threw his clothes on the ground domineeringly and hugged him tightly.
The two people's upper bodies instantly touched each other skin-to-skin, and Yin Han felt that he couldn't hold on any longer.
Nan Sheng used a pair of eyes full of moisture. Those beautiful eyes were like a beautiful whirlpool, absorbing Yin Han's soul.
Feeling that Yin Han didn't have such strong resistance, Nan Sheng let go of him and slowly held his face, starting from his forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, tip of nose and lips...
Kiss him again and again, and then slowly move down to his neck, collarbone, chest, abdominal muscles...
"Baby Han, why not? I like it. The familiar smell makes me feel at ease. Don't be afraid, okay?"
Nan Sheng continued the kiss as she spoke, proving her thoughts with actions.
"Be good..."
Yin Han was slowly relieved by her gentle voice and movements, and felt her love with his heart.
"Well, you're my dear, can you let me kiss you?"
"It's not dirty. I like it very much, don't be afraid, okay?"
Perhaps it was the huge impact on Yin Han's senses, or the girl's tenderness that made him indulge in it and forget that he was miserable in the first place.
Each mouthful was soft and glutinous, making him want to fall into the heat. He couldn't hold it back anymore, kissed her, opened her lips and teeth, and swallowed the sweetness bit by bit.
But within a few minutes, Yin Han couldn't bear it anymore and hugged her back tightly, feeling her softness with all his strength.
And Nan Sheng changed from active to passive, and the warm lips on her body seemed to be injected with soul, with a scorching temperature that made her heart feel hot.
He grabbed the sofa with his hands, his chest rising and falling violently due to nervousness.
It's more like pandering.
Yin Han noticed Nan Sheng's movements, clasped her wrist, intertwined their fingers, and placed his moist lips next to her ear, tracing its outline: "Good boy, it's uncomfortable..."
Nan Sheng moved subconsciously and didn't know what he bumped into. He only heard Yin Han grunting.
"I'm not afraid, I can do it..." Nan Sheng kissed the corner of his mouth to prove her attitude.
Then his hands slowly moved down, trying to untie the drawstring of Yin Han's black casual pants.
But Yin Han held his hand and said, "Hey, don't do it."
He wanted her and wanted to possess her fiercely, but not now.
He didn't want to possess her just like this, and the girl's consent sent his mood to the clouds.
"Why? Don't you want me?" Tears gradually filled Nan Sheng's eyes. Hasn't he felt her love yet?
She wanted to give him her most precious thing.
"No, no, dear, how could I not want you? My body and mind miss you day and night, and I don't want to take you as my own all the time. Even in my dreams, I miss you countless times, but I'm afraid I feel sorry for you if I hurt you..."
It turns out that this is the case, but for Nan Sheng, this is not a kind of harm. As long as two people love each other, are happy physically and mentally, and have no regrets about each other, the communication between the two is like a beautiful gift. (Note: The plot requires it. In reality, we all have to protect ourselves. People’s minds are not clear. Just in case, be careful! It’s best to do it after getting married.)
"Then what should you do if you feel uncomfortable?" Nan Sheng wanted to look down intentionally or unintentionally.
The memory of last time is still fresh in my mind.
"Why don't you behave openly and honestly?"
Yin Han asked in a low and hoarse voice.
"???" Nan Sheng didn't react for a while.
Yin Han curled his lips and smiled, hugging him up. Nan Sheng hung on him like a koala.
Neither of them had any upper body parts. Nan Sheng hugged his neck tightly, and the softness of her body pressed against his hard chest, which made Yin Han both sweet and painful.
"Baby Han, do you want to show off your skills in bed?" Nan Sheng didn't seem to be afraid of the "danger" at all, and was even a little excited.
He didn't get an answer from Yin Han, and could only feel his quickening steps going upstairs and the sound of his rapid breathing that was hard to ignore.
The next second, Nan Sheng fell into the soft quilt, and Yin Han immediately covered her.
And Nan Sheng was more active than Yin Han imagined. As soon as he came up, she hugged him and rocked him from side to side, rubbing his body, and her voice was long and full of softness and anger: "Baby Han, I Does it smell good?"
The veins on Yin Han's forehead were about to burst. He really felt that the girl owed him... but no matter who told him, he couldn't bear it.
His lips landed on the top of her hair, and Yin Han's voice was hoarse: "My dear, stop covering it, okay? It hurts."
"It's okay. I'm responsible for extinguishing the fire I started."
"Okay, use other ways..."
Nan Sheng gave Yin Han bottomless favor, so he slowly put aside all caution.
He and the girl go both ways.
Yin Han held her wrist, rubbed it gently with his fingertips, and whispered hoarsely.
Nan Sheng blushed naturally, but he was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he looked forward to it: "Then you teach me."
Yin Han's heart was healed, he leaned forward, put the bridge of his nose against hers, and said hoarsely: "Okay, I'm extremely happy."
At this time, Yin Han was like a persuasive professor starting his first philosophy of life class.
****
There is a breeze blowing outside, and the weather is not generally cool, but the temperature in a certain room keeps rising...
I don't know how long it took, but Nan Sheng felt like she was in a hot stove, dripping with sweat, and her wet hair hanging on her cheeks.
Yin Han gently opened it for her, but his other hand was still working.
"Good boy, you are so good..."
Yin Han kept whispering in Nan Sheng's ear.
PS: Come on, come on! Try your best
