My body 'stirred' up with an uncontrollable tremble, and his 'touch' was like a poisonous 'temptation' and 'bewilderment', which instantly paralyzed my nerves.

"Tell me, why?"

Even if the meaning of this 'touch' was clear enough, I still had to ask, and I still wanted to hear him tell me personally.

In the dark, his hands gently held my face, 'groping', probing, slowly caressing my eyebrows, eyes, nose tip, earlobes, lips, and then gently lifting my jaw, time froze.

I held my breath and stared at the unknown gray darkness in front of me, my body stiffening to move. I couldn't see the look on his face clearly, I couldn't guess what he was thinking, I could only feel his face close to my ear, slowly exhaling a warm breath.

Rao was limited in light, and I could still feel hesitation and distress from his somewhat restless breathing. But the streak didn't last long, and after a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, took a deep breath, silently put his face on mine, and whispered, "That's because of ......"

"Because...... I want to see you. ”

With that, he moved slightly, straightened up, and wrapped his hand around my waist again, pulling my body closer to him. At this time, there was already an extremely thin light faintly seeping in from the window, and in a trance, his eyes seemed to contain love, distress and cherishment, as well as pain, entanglement and helplessness.

He looked at me and looked at me very intently: "I don't know when it started, I always want to see you." It's not enough to stare at your back during class, you want to be exposed to more. My family didn't allow me to come to the desert, and even I didn't know why I came, maybe I just wanted to see you more, even if it was just to see, it would be good. ”

His voice, coming in a low voice, almost melted my heart. There was a low hint of frustration in the watery voice.

After a long silence, I suddenly raised my head, slowly turned his face, gently hooked his neck with my arm, and slowly forced, looked him directly into the eyes, and forced him to move closer to me.

The two 'lips' were about to meet, but Moussa suddenly turned his face, 'twitched' his hand, and pushed my arm away from the back of his neck.

This action was done in one go, decisive and fast, and before I could lose it, I felt my body being violently embraced, and between the spins and falls, I was already placed on his 'legs'.

This time, we just happened to be able to look at each other at eye level. He looked at me, his fingers running lightly over my cheek, and then hooked his arm around my neck, locking me so that I couldn't struggle.

"Your skin, it's so good......"

The desert country is dry and hot, and there are probably very few people here who have the same watery skin as mine. He felt my face, inch by inch. Slowly, my face leaned over and got closer, rubbing the tip of my nose against the tip of my nose.

He locked my 'lips'.

The air seemed to heat up suddenly, and the invisible ambiguity instantly burned the roots of my ears.

His 'kiss' was soft and long, wrapped between his 'lips' and teeth. I was slightly confused, and my throat seemed to become astringent.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, and this time, there was no sound of the wind. I was completely enveloped by Moses, who took my face in his hands and locked me in his wide chest. And that 'lip' gently covered me, sucking, 'licking' and licking, extremely focused and religious.

I also slowly closed my eyes, breathing slightly and obsessed with him.

This heart, this feeling, quietly pay each other.