A soft sound came out of his nose, like a bucket of boiling oil poured over a fire.

Rong Yi's hand touched her waist, and her slender fingertips rubbed gently, slowly, thinly, and tiredly.

The tingling taste spread from his lips to his waist, and Ming Yulong's whole body seemed to be soaked in warm water, and there was no way to think about anything in his mind.

Her youthfulness made her a little unable to distinguish what she wanted to do, but she felt sad and comfortable, and the voices in her ears disappeared, only Rong Yi's fragrant breath like an ice spring surrounded her.

The breathing was slightly rapid, mixed with her gradually irregular breathing, and she clung to the grass beneath her, making a weak nasal voice helplessly.

Rong Yi let go of his lips, looked at her distracted eyes, and gasped slightly, "Take a rest first." ”

Ming Yulong's eyes were blurry, and he felt as if he had drunk wine, the scene in front of him was shaky, and the world was hazy and drunk.

She could only hear him gasping for breath above.

It's like the falling note of a chord, and the end note is very long, beautiful like a dream.

How could she have such good luck to find such a good-looking man with such a bewitching voice!

Ming Yulong couldn't help but reach out, put his arms around his neck again, and pulled him tightly to himself.

Rong Yi chuckled, "More?" ”

Originally, she was still a little hesitant, but vaguely saw his upside-down smile, she nodded heavily, her voice was like a newly weaned kitten, and she hummed softly from her nose, "Also." ”

"Long'er" Rong Yi wanted to say something, but she stopped talking, and in her delicate voice, it turned into a soft murmur, and she was full of affection in the wind and rain, and kissed the delicate body in her arms again.

A lover's kiss is never enough, full of love and lingering.

The spring of the moon god was smashed by the rain and sent out shallow ripples, rippling in small and shallow circles.

She carried the fate of all men and women on the Daughter's Day, and slowly floated on the shallow boat.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the pearl-like raindrops gradually turned into a gentle wind.

In the thick smoke and rain, the two were still hugging each other tightly.

When Ming Yulong felt that she was about to suffocate, Rong Yi finally let go of her lips, picked her up, sat down next to the Spring of the Moon God, and put it on her lap.

She was still gasping for breath, and could only lean softly on Rong Yi's body.

If it weren't for Rong Yi knowing in his heart and letting go of his lips in time, Ming Yulong felt that he was likely to pass out so happily on the way to kiss.

Rong Yi's breath is not very stable, but it looks much better than her, at least she can stand up and hold her to a dry place.

His fingers swept lightly over her scalp, sticking away the fine grass clippings and broken leaves, and the palm of his hand rested on her hair, and a hot warm current came from his palm, and her scalp, which was a little cold by the autumn wind, suddenly warmed up a lot.

The late autumn nights are already cool, and the body is even more chilly after the wind and rain.

Before the passion burned, the senses were concentrated elsewhere, and I didn't notice it.

At this time, I gradually calmed down, and in stark contrast to the warmth on my scalp, I felt a little cold on my body.

Ming Yulong couldn't help but get closer to Rong Yi, wanting to absorb a little more warmth.

The warm body is too close, and the small buttocks are also touching the base of the thighs.

Rong Yi's body stiffened slightly.