When the words fell, he swallowed her voice.
Under the fireworks, kiss.
An enlightened fool who doesn't even know what a kiss is.
There is no structure, like a dog chewing.
He was fierce and ruthless, forcing her to the wall.
She was short and had to bend down to kiss her.
He picked her up at once, held her with one hand, and pressed her against the wall.
Under the gorgeous and lively fireworks, in the noisy world, in the quiet alleys.
Doing something blatantly offensive.
Having thrown away all his identities, he is no longer a cold-hearted general, nor a younger brother who abides by the ancestral calendar. At this moment, he is just a bad man with evil intentions.
He pressed the young and beautiful little widow against the wall and kissed her over and over again, as if she couldn't get enough.
Passionate and excited, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. He had no idea and could only follow his instincts.
The poor little widow had her arms around his neck, unable to hide or avoid him.
Pat him, unable to struggle.
The fireworks in the sky were so brilliant that the stars in the sky lost their color.
A bright moon hangs high, quietly overlooking the prosperity of the world, with love.
I do not know how long it has been.
The fireworks finally burned out.
The whole world seemed to be quiet, the stars were shining, and the night was swallowing the earth again.
The hustle and bustle on the road is still there, but there is no light in the deep alley.
Without light, nothing can be seen clearly.
I can't see clearly the stones on the ground, the stone bricks on the wall, or the grass growing quietly in the corner.
With the shallow light reflected from the roadside, he could only see the people at a close distance - people with crimson faces and unsteady breathing.
The two of them let go, but not completely.
Her face was alluringly red, her charming peach blossoms were full of tears, her dress was messy, and a few strands of her long hair were hanging down.
She looked like she had been badly molested, her lips were red, and she stared at him in embarrassment.
Seems very angry.
He was so angry that he was a kitten with hair blown out.
"rogue!"
She held back this sentence for a long time.
It's a pity that this sentence is completely innocuous to a bad man who took advantage of him.
After puncturing the window paper, he seemed completely shameless.
After taking a few breaths, he put his arms around her and hugged her again.
Hug her tightly, hold her whole in your arms, feel her soft body.
"I will take responsibility."
In the dark alley, his hoarse voice was stained with suppressed desire, unhurried.
It seemed that he had planned everything long ago, molested her, and then, naturally, he had to take responsibility.
"..." The bullied little widow slapped him fiercely, "You just hurt me!"
That seemed to be the point of her anger.
Even if it's an indecent assault, it still hurts her.
I'm used to being coquettish in front of him, and I won't be happy if it hurts at all.
The bad man paused.
The next second, he seemed to laugh and hugged him tighter.
"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time, okay?"
"..." She stopped talking, her face was tense and her cheeks were red.
Although being confessed was expected, she would be happy every time he took the initiative to confess to her.
I was so happy that I didn't care about his initial unfamiliarity and recklessness.
After all, it was a piece of wood that had just awakened. How could she expect him to understand it?
She slowly raised her hands and placed them gently on his waist, which was a little awkward.
"Remember to be gentle."
"good."
"Don't be cruel."
"good."
"Be very, very gentle."
"good."
He always responded to requests.
