The light is dim and ambiguous, the intertwined breathing is burning and hot, and the night is hazy and quiet.

Chen Wang looked at her quietly for a few seconds with the lights in the entrance hall and the moonlight outside the window, then lowered his neck and kissed her.

He pushed her fingers through the hair buckle behind her head and pressed her towards him, slowly down, rubbing his fingertips over the skin behind his ears. The rough touch made people feel soft all over.

It's different from the previous kiss.

The tongue swept into the lip slit and slid into it, sweeping through every inch of the space, hooking the soft and slightly stiff tongue, wrapping around it from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, licking it roughly and fieryly, and capturing the city without mercy.

Meng Yingning softly raised her head, and was forced to retreat step by step by step by step. The defense line collapsed layer by layer, his mind was filled with fireworks, and his consciousness was blurred.

The subtle sound of the lips and teeth entangled in the ears continued to amplify. She cooperated arrogance to hook him, but in return she treated him more intensely. The root of her tongue was numb and painful. Meng Yingning opened her eyes with tears in her eyes.

Meng Yingning didn't know why, but the salivary glands were as if they were stimulating. She was drooling like a child, and the water she had no time to swallow overflowed along the corners of her lips.

She felt ashamed and whimpered quietly, and the person shrank back.

Chen Wang held her big hand behind her head and pressed her. The little girl couldn't move at all, so she could only let him stir it violently and roughly.

Give it and take it away.

The air was heating up, and his fingers were dry and hot.

The tip of his tongue was so numb that he didn't feel it. Meng Yingning felt that he was about to be suffocated to death. His fingertips snuggled his shirt and cloth tightly. He felt his movements gradually soften, and he stroked her lips and tongue as comfortedly, holding them in, and then separated a little bit.

Meng Yingning opened her lips slightly, almost at the distance between his lips, gasping for breath.

His smell is cold and heavy between his breath and lips.

The man breathed heavily and his breath was hot. The deep-painted eyes were very thick and dark. He stared straight at her newly ravaged, red, swollen and wet lips.

Her taste is still between her lips and teeth, sweet.

It is like a sweet and full peach, and it is full of juice when squeezed.

Chen Wang pecked her lips lightly, raised his hand and patted her on her thigh: "Get down first."

Meng Yingning didn't move.

The little girl was only humming pitifully in his arms. She recovered now and looked at him reluctantly with her wet eyes, but she still didn't kiss her enough: "Don't you kiss?"

She still gasped in her voice and said stickyly, "I want to kiss again."

Chen Wang smiled lightly, raised his hand, scraped off the crystal liquid at the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't you feel it?"

Meng Yingning was confused: "What?"

Chen Wang looked at her and said slowly: "It's hard."

“…”

Meng Yingning was stunned for two seconds, then subconsciously lowered her head, looked down, and then raised her head blankly.

Chen Wang raised his eyebrows, wondering if she was so ashamed that she forgot what she had reacted.

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Meng Yingning opened the hand holding his shirt, slanted over his body, supported the sofa with one hand, and one leg wrapped in stockings rubbed towards him little by little, slowly crossed his legs, rubbed backwards, and opened a little distance from him, and knelt on the sofa next to him.

Her face turned red after a slow reaction, cleared her throat and asked hesitantly: "What...what should I do?"

“…”

Chen Wang looked at her with a hilarious look: "What do you think you should do?"

Meng Yingning bit her lip and lowered her head. Her voice was so low that she could hardly hear: "I can do anything..."

Chen Wang was so angry that her forehead veins hopped, and his mouth clenched: "Meng Yingning..."

"I'm not like you thought," Meng Yingning raised his head suddenly and interrupted him in panic.

"I'm not, I don't love myself," she said hesitantly, a little difficult, "because you can do it..."

She was obviously very ashamed, but she looked at him very seriously, with her beautiful almond eyes full of sincerity.

Because it's you, I can do anything.

As long as you want, I can give you anything.

Chen Wang looked at her, his heart collapsed softly and slid into the warm water, soaking sour and swollen.

Chen Wang sighed and reached out to her: "Come here."

Meng Yingning pursed her lips and did not move.

After a few seconds, she moved and moved a little toward him.

Chen Wang raised his hand and hooked her over. The little girl was light and he easily pulled the person over and hugged him in his arms, like a child holding a child, calling her: "Ningning."

Meng Yingning let him hold it, his eyelashes drooped and did not move.

"I don't think you are like that. I've said all the bastards before," Chen Wang kissed her eyes, and kissed her cleanly and restrainedly, with pity, "You are very nice, and you don't have to say those words for anyone, including me."

Her posture was too aggrieved at that time.

Chen Wang couldn't hear her crying and saying that to him.

Meng Yingning was held in his arms and whispered: "Why can't you have a boyfriend?"

Chen Wang paused and said slowly: "Yes, but you'd better not."

Meng Yingning wanted to ask him why, but the person moved and raised his head.

As soon as I moved, something was pressed on my thigh, and my presence felt extremely distinctive and strong.

Meng Yingning was stiff and swallowed the problem at her mouth, and the part on her legs that touched her became hot.

She swallowed her throat and felt a little nervous.

"Do you understand?" Chen Wang looked at her, his eyes dark and his voice was low, "because my boyfriend wouldn't help it."

Meng Yingning suddenly spoke out: "Ah."

Meng Yingning looked at him blankly: "It's moving."

“…”

Chen Wang couldn't bear it anymore, so he carried her and threw the person into the sofa, stood up suddenly, and lowered his eyes from a high point.

Meng Yingning sat honestly on the sofa, looking at him with his head raised, with an innocent expression.

And behaved well.

Chen Wang's mind saw countless messy thoughts and impulses, trying to press her on the sofa and let her lie on the armrest to cry, crying, crying while hoarsely and begging him for mercy.

The picture was too vivid and tempting, which made people's eyes jump and jump.

He is obviously too pure, and he is as timid as a mouse, but he still dares to tease people without fear of death.

Chen Wang took a deep breath, calmed down, turned around and did not return to the bathroom.

Then with a "bang", the bathroom door was smashed. After waiting for a while, the sound of the bathroom glass sliding door being pulled up.

Then the sound of water sounded.

Meng Yingning sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of water inside, and understood.

She pierced her head into the sofa, grabbed a pillow next to her and covered her head, hummed and kicked her legs.

Meng Yingning never felt that the sound of water was so loud when taking a bath, and the sound insulation in the bathroom was so bad, it was like it was ringing in his ears.

She raised her head with a blushing face. She hesitated and rubbed down the ground. She ran to the balcony barefoot, picked up the newly washed bath towel, walked to the bathroom door, and hung the bath towel on the door handle.

Run back to sit on the sofa.

This time I really lost all sleepiness.

Not sleepy at all.

I feel as if I can stay up all night.

Meng Yingning bit her lip and looked at the watch on the wall. After waiting for a while, from the beginning, she was very focused and tense to the point where she felt a little bored now, and she slowly relaxed.

She grabbed the bag on the coffee table, pulled out her cell phone, and lay on the sofa to play.

I just played a mobile game and WeChat rang.

Meng Yingning quits the mobile game.

The person who looked for her was Mo Bei. Chef Mo didn't say anything, and first threw a link directly over.

Meng Yingning clicked on it, and the content was the ancient style competition he mentioned before.

I thought it was just a fun among my fellow players, but I didn't expect that the competition was quite large.

She glanced at the rules and said that she was free to choose the theme. The organizer would come up with several themes, and she could choose any of them from them and vote openly.

Looking further down, there are also bonuses that wins, and the amount is quite large.

Meng Yingning became interested in an instant, closed the web page, and called a string of exclamation marks.

Yingning:【!!!!!!!!!】

Yingning: [I saw my goddess.]
To be continued...