The person on his body lowered his head and buried his head into his chest. His shoulder blades were trembling slightly, and waterfalls of black hair were scattered on the back of his shoulders. His breath was warm and moist, hitting his chest, arousing waves of itching.
Things that had calmed down were about to stir again, his Adam's apple rolled, his hands slowly moved up her waist, and held her trembling shoulder blades.
She froze when she noticed the changes in the man's body beneath her.
"What's wrong?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and he licked his lips dryly.
He guessed that he had scared her just now. After all, she was a girl. She was not scared, and she was more delicate than a man. After a while, there were red marks on her neck, shoulders, and chin. He felt a little regretful and picked it up. She buried her head and lifted her up to face him.
"Does it hurt you?" He stretched out his hand to touch the red mark on her collarbone, raised his head and kissed her, sticking out his tongue to lick the mark lightly, fearing that it would turn blue tomorrow, Pingting's collarbone was moistened and glistening. Red and tender, he slurred, and his voice was tender and completely different from the anger just now: "I brought ointment and will apply it to you later."
The cool lips traveled up the delicate neck and landed on her red and swollen lips. The flexible tongue soothingly licked the crystal water stains, alleviating the burning at the corners of her lips.
He remembered her embarrassment and retching when she was stretched open just now, and his movements became more careful. He stood up with her in his arms, picked up the brocade quilt and wrapped her up. He got out of bed and boiled water, made a cup of honey water, and filled it with her usual glass cup. , brought it to her lips.
"Drink some water." His voice was slightly hoarse.
The ends of her eyes were still bright red, and she looked at the cup in front of her with furrowed eyebrows. The light and clear liquid in the cup rippled slightly. Through the transparent glass, the bite marks and scratches on the back of his hand were clearly visible.
Seeing that she didn't speak, he frowned: "I was angry for a moment and did some bad things, but you hit me and scolded me. My hands are all injured by you. It's time to calm down."
It was fine if she didn't say it, but when she said it, her eyes became sore, she shook her head and turned her face away.
Wei Cheng couldn't tolerate her, so he put the glass cup to his lips, took a small sip, and put the remaining half into his mouth. He lowered his head and pressed her lips against hers, forcefully opening her closed teeth. He fed her one by one until she had no choice but to swallow it, and then he separated.
Seeing a few drops of honey flowing down the corners of her red lips, flowing through the delicate collarbone, and sliding into the deep groove, he raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his tongue to lick the corners of her lips, and followed the winding water marks to remove the trapped honey. The water rolled into his mouth one by one, and he ate loudly. At the end of the meal, he panted slightly, raised his head, looked at her and smiled, showing his white teeth.
"Baoer is so sweet."
I don’t know how easy it is to talk when it’s good, but when it’s bad, it’s just like the weather in summer, it changes at will.
She was too lazy to pay attention to his rogue appearance, turned over tiredly, and hid herself under the quilt.
He was silent for a moment, then took her head out of the quilt and asked, "What did you do at home today?"
"Do business, cut paper, and rest." Her voice was hoarse and full of exhaustion. The two of them had been too intense just now, especially at the end, almost half of it rushed into her throat, choking her and making her unable to speak for a long time. , fortunately he drank some water and calmed down a lot, "Why do you ask me this?"
"With your parents?"
"Um."
"What are you going to do during the Chinese New Year?"
She was impatient and said calmly: "Don't do anything. Just lie at home and do nothing."
"Would you like to come with me?" Somehow, he spoke out of nowhere.
After he finished speaking, he was suddenly startled by his own words.
Shen Yinxiao was also shocked. She opened her eyes suddenly, grabbed the quilt around her body, her voice was a little stiff: "No, you are going to fight, what should I do? And you are all men, I It’s not convenient to do anything there.”
He was also relieved, but a little dissatisfied. He didn't know why he was dissatisfied.
The two fell into silence.
After a long time, he was the first to speak: "If you're bored, ask someone to find Yun Xian to talk to you. I'll leave someone to protect you."
She took a breath and turned back slowly: "Who is it? I don't need anyone to protect me."
"Qiu Xiaoyun, don't worry, I won't hinder you."
Her emotions, which had calmed down a bit, began to fluctuate again. She lowered her eyes to hide the anxiety in her heart.
"I don't know how long it will be when I leave." He reached out and brushed her hair behind her ears: "Remember to write me a letter and give it to Qiu Xiaoyun."
A feeling of powerlessness came to her heart. She didn't know what was going on in his mind. Why he was holding an arrow to kill him just now, but now he could talk to her like nothing happened, as if the two of them really wanted something. The newlyweds who are about to part ways reluctantly say goodbye.
Seeing her dumbfounded expression, he pinched her earlobe and urged, "Did you hear that?"
"I heard that." She forced a smile.
Although it was a forced smile, at this moment, the beauty's shoulders were half exposed, her bright eyes were shining, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was worried or angry. Seeing that he would not be able to see her for a while, he felt dry and had nothing to say. The person seems to have become a piece of thorny meat that cannot be taken away, and cannot be left behind.
Once he left, she would probably forget about him in a few days according to her temperament.
Thinking of this, he put his tongue against his back molars, thought for a while, and without any nonsense, he stepped up and opened the cup and got in. The two of them were naked and pressed together. She shivered from being burned by him, and turned around again. Seeing his eyes glowing green like a wolf, before he could say anything, he leaned forward to block her, and the kiss made her slurp and slurp.
"I know you are heartless." He said vaguely: "Feed me well today. I don't know when you will come back after tonight."
This sentence reminded her that the ash-colored glass on her arm was still jingling. She took off the glass string on her hand and gave it to him: "Take this with you."
This thing was too valuable, and it was always a knot in her heart to carry it with her.
"What?" His face darkened, "You don't like it?"
"No." She thought to herself: "The war is dangerous and the sword has no eyes. This is the one that has been opened in front of the Buddha. If you take it with you, the Buddha can protect you."
He looked at her intently, and after a while, he sneered: "I don't believe this."
He kissed her gently on the forehead, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.
Hearing his muffled voice, the vibrations in her chest were transmitted to her one by one, and every heartbeat seemed to beat on her heart.
"It was meant for you."
I feel at ease only when I wear it on you.
The kiss that fell on her gradually became hot, and she resisted a little: "I'm so tired."
"I'll move, you just rest." He bit her shoulder, leaving two rows of teeth marks, and slowly moved his lips and tongue down. She groaned, and a sweet moan escaped from her teeth.
A stream of water flows into the deep forest.
(A hundred words are omitted here, please make up your own mind.) Her body trembled violently, and she became increasingly weak to resist. She subconsciously grabbed his hair and pushed him back, but to no avail, she could only bend her knees and hide back.
"don't want."
She was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to cry, and her voice became shrill, like a bird's cry.
It's just that when this rare tenderness falls on a woman's ears, not only does she not feel tenderness, but she trembles even more fiercely,
