Ming Yulong was stunned for a moment, and then his two hands pushed more fiercely in his chest,

"You go, why don't you leave, aren't you the most annoying to a woman like me? Cold, ruthless, and ......"

"Even so, I still like it, what should I do?"

The low voice accompanied the wind and rain, and it drifted into my ears like a soft sigh.

Rong Yi's hand also clasped her slender waist and wet hair, her pale lips with the smell of rain, mixed with his fresh breath, Ming Yulong's vision was soaked with tears, it was already hazy, she couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she could feel the breath he transmitted more clearly.

Her hands were still clenched into fists, and she stopped on his chest, but her chin involuntarily lifted to meet his skin, and greeted him to taste his lips and tongue.

Rong Yi didn't use any strength at all, just hugged her gently, and if she wanted to resist, she could push her away.

But when his lips fell, she didn't want to do it at all.

Not at all.

His lips were cold, like a light snow falling on his lips, light and tactile, and then the snow gradually became contaminated with a warm breath, turning into a gorgeous feather, slowly rubbing between her lips.

The lips and tongue are soft and fragrant.

Ming Yulong was a little dizzy in front of his eyes.

Under his gentle kiss, the lip flap opened slightly, and the flexible tip of her tongue immediately poked in from between her teeth, and the gentle and powerful breath made her whole body numb, and her heart almost burst through her chest.

The tip of his tongue tentatively touched hers, and then began to kiss mercilessly, heavy, domineering, and throbbing between his mouths.

Ming Yulong's fist finally let go, and I don't know when, he had already wrapped his arms around his lean waist, a little timid, a little green, but he kissed him back passionately.

Even the toes involuntarily stood on tiptoe in such a deep kiss, just to stick closer to him.

There is a saying that there are three things in the world that cannot be hidden: cough, poverty, and love.

The more you want to hide it, the more you want to cover it up.

When the walls of reason think they are impregnable, the tide of affection can drown everything in its tenderness.

Ming Yulong knew that he could no longer escape.

The golden light of the lightning is like a brilliant glow, and the intersecting lip flaps are pale to pink, like the pink cherry blossoms in late spring, dyed inch by inch in the passionate kiss into a seductive glow.

Until the time he stopped, Ming Yulong still raised his face in a daze, and his eyes, which had become slightly stunned due to lack of oxygen, seemed to be dyed with a layer of mist, looking at the man's face.

The rain was dripping, and Rong Yi's voice came intermittently, "It happened, I won't like you anymore"

The dizzy girl woke up in an instant, and her eyes were full of surprise when she looked at him.

She's finally relented? He's leaving?

Rong Yi looked at her in the rain curtain and gently let her go!

"I don't!" Ming Yulong hugged his waist tightly with a speed he had never had before, buried his head in his chest, and shouted with his eyes closed:

"Rong Yi, you can't do this, you just scolded me, beat me, kissed me, let me finally find a way to solve it from the painful struggle, let me finally muster up the courage to want to be with you, you want to turn around and leave, you can't treat me so cruelly!"