This 'kiss' is gentle, delicate, 'confused' and 'chaotic', and dazzling. It took a long time for him to slowly let go of me, ending the entanglement of the 'lip' flap.

I leaned into his arms, panting slightly, still immersed in the intimacy of Fang Cai. After a while, I hooked my right arm around his neck, and then the thin light stared at him: "Mouses." ”

"Hmm. His voice was hoarse and deep.

My hand caressed his face and slowly brushed his stubble, a little diaphragm. After a pause, I asked softly, "Do you like me?"

Maybe it's because this sentence has been pressed for too long, and after Fang Cai's deep 'kiss', it was extremely smooth when asked.

I thought I would get an answer from him without hesitation.

But Moses was stunned, his lips squirmed, and he lowered his head.

I couldn't help frowning, retracting my fingers, and my voice became a little colder: "You don't like me?"

Musa did not speak.

A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, and he had just made it clear that the 'kiss' was so serious and so affectionate, but now he chose not to say a word. Is he too affectionate, or am I too self-inflicted?

In silence, I coldly pushed him away and stood up, ready to return to my seat. Tonight, this cage-like truck is afraid that it will not be at ease.

But as soon as I could take a step, I felt a pair of hands grab me by the waist and pull me back, and my body fell back into Mossa's great 'legs'.

"What are you doing!" I suddenly became a little angry, struggling to escape, and angrily scolded, "Let go!"

Ignoring my resistance, he wrapped his hands around my body and locked me firmly. With his head resting on my collarbone, Musa trembled, "Don't go." ”

In this trembling voice, as if with reluctance and helplessness, I couldn't help but freeze my body.

He leaned closer to me, and the hot breath of 'hot flashes' blew on my skin, causing my body to tremble slightly, "Cece, I like you, I really like you." His voice was half a degree lower, stained with thick sadness, "But...... I didn't know what to do. ”

I was stunned for a moment and muttered, "What should I do?"

He gently grabbed my wrist and moved it downward, gradually enveloping my entire little hand in his palm.

His warm big hands, wrapped around my little hands like this, were so gentle and considerate. I sniffed and whispered, "Are you disgusted that I'm not a Muslim?"

"Not really. He took a deep breath and explained, "I had a lot of fun learning to use chopsticks. Later, you cooked for me, and I was very happy. I knew it shouldn't be, but I just couldn't help it. ”

The warm breath he exhaled warmly brushed my 'hair' pores and seeped into my body.

Fang Cai's anger gradually calmed down, I quietly shrunk into his arms, raised my head, stared at him, and asked softly: "Since you like me, you want to see me, and even came to the desert to see me a few more times." That...... Why did you ignore me for a while? I can't even see you in class, what are you busy with?"

Moussa's body paused slightly, and his throat shook. The light was too dim for me to see his expression clearly, but he bowed his head slightly, wrapped his hands around me, locked me tighter in his arms, and pleaded: "Cece, don't ask yet, now, let me hold you for a little longer, okay?"

Hearing his pleading voice, I couldn't help but feel a 'twitch' pain in my heart, and responded softly: "Okay." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he 'kissed' me again. It's just that this 'kiss', without the gentlemanly and gentleness of the hand, his tongue pried open my 'lips', slipped in, and forced me to 'intercourse' with his 'lips', as if with a trembling pain, constantly wanting to get more and penetrate deeper......