In his tone, there was unconcealed distress.

"I didn't." Luo Xiaoqian raised her face with a smile, looked at him, looked at the eyebrows and eyes that were familiar to her bones, she raised her palm and gently touched his face, "You are really thin!" ”

On the surface, it seems that she is the one who is abused, but in fact, he is the saddest one.

"If you can't eat meat, of course you'll be thin!" Leng Zimo teased softly.

She chuckled, "I'll go buy more meat tomorrow and come back." ”

"It's enough to have you."

He whispered, his face naturally leaning towards her, kissing her very lightly on the forehead, then her eyebrows, her eyes, the tip of her nose...... It only fell to the lips at the end.

Pecking at her lips one by one, he kissed her lightly, not urgently, not urgently, but because he knew that he had time to enjoy it slowly.

Luo Xiaoqian leaned against the door panel and let him kiss, and the palms of her two hands naturally lifted up, caressing his face, and her fingertips moved little by little over his cheeks, ears, and neck...... Fingers delicately revisited his familiar silhouette to her.

The fingertips were like flames, with the ripples of moxibustion heat, Leng Zimo's breathing naturally turned rapid, and the kiss changed from the initial shallow sip to domineering eagerness.

Her lips, her tongue, all the soft places between her teeth...... It's all his territory, and he can taste and plunder at will, but it never seems to be enough.

Hugging him, she responded with her lips open and kissed him back, just like she had always wanted to do.

The breath is stuck in one place, and it seems that it is also dyed with each other's temperature, and it becomes hot, just a kiss, which is far from being dozen.

Gasping and letting go of her lips, his lips falling to her ears with a vague but domineering request.

"Xiaoqian, I want you ......"

Now, now, right now!

He's been waiting too long, he can't wait.

"I want you too."

She gasped, fingers clutching the hem of his shirt, wanting to be closer to him.

Bending over, Leng Zimo hugged her sideways.

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After a long time, everything was calm, but he still hugged her tightly in his arms, hugged her tightly with his arms, as if holding his most cherished treasure in the world, kissed her slightly sweaty forehead, his voice was hoarse and deep, "Xiaoqian, I love you." ”

Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her slender arm and hugged his voice, "I love you too, Zimo!" ”

That kind of love feelings, both of them understand, but they still can't help but want to confide in each other, for no other reason, just because of this love, this dependence is not easy.

The two didn't speak again, just hugged each other, as if they wanted to merge the two into one, and then they could never be separated.

The sweat gradually subsided, but the dryness rose.

Leng Zimo let go of her slightly, and a pair of ink eyes looked at her still flushed little face with burning eyes.

"Xiaoqian, I'm still hungry!"

How can I be separated from her for so long, just once?

She looked at him with a blushing face, then she lifted up, climbed on top of him, leaned over her lips, and kissed him.

Knowing that he missed her, she had already been ready to make amends.

His lips were soft, his neck was slightly salty with a touch of sweat, and his chest had a beautiful skin line and a solid touch......

Feeling her lips fall on her body, Leng Zimo couldn't help herself anymore, and turned over violently and pressed her under her.

She is his, from heart to body!

It was, it is, and it will be...... Always!

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Good afternoon