Fu Jun's mind went blank for a moment.

The whole world seemed to disappear, only Meng Yuan's magnified handsome face, as well as his dark and scorching eyes, and the warm touch from his forehead, occupied all her thoughts, making her hands clenched into fists and her body tense.

His breath was so scorching that she had to close her eyes to resist the sudden heat. And in this way, the touch of his lips became clearer and stronger, as if each stroke was seared on the tip of her heart.

First, the two marks on his forehead were pale red, and he touched them lightly with his lips, and his breath was scorching; Then, the warm lips gradually moved down, gently touching the tip of the eyebrows, and then the thin, slightly peach-pink eyelids. As with the most precious treasure in the world, every touch contains deep pity.

Her skin was smooth and delicate, and the water tofu slid over his lips, causing him to pause for a moment with each touch, and then had to slide down again. And such a tender touch is not only endearing, but also gives birth to more desires/desires, which make people /desire/can't stop.

His breath grew deeper, lingering on every inch of her skin. Her eyelashes were long, dense like butterfly wings, brushing his chin and the tip of his nose, causing shivers and making his breath even more rapid. Soon, his burning lips slid all the way across the tip of her beautiful nose, and suddenly took the red lips that were slightly open like cherry blossoms, sucking slowly, refusing to let go.

Fu Jun felt like she was about to suffocate.

His breath was entangled with hers, and the heat from his body pressed against her skin through the thin clothes, burning her whole body with a fever.

She tried to spin her wrist to push away the scorching heat.

But. The thought of struggle was about to come to mind, and a palpitating shiver quickly took over her body.

Her struggles turned into weak flex of her fingers, and the strength of her whole body was melted by the flame-like heat. And all her rationality was replaced by this shudder. She didn't have time to think, she didn't even have time to breathe, she only felt that her whole body/crisp/soft, the whole person was fluttering and weak, if it weren't for him still holding her hand, she would not even be able to stand.

The whole world was left with him and her, his breath and hers, their hot bodies clinging to each other. Her wrist was firmly grasped by him. And his burning / lips / with a desperate force that sealed all her words and thoughts.

Fu Jun is like a fish off shore, with nothing left but irregular breathing. She gradually became a little confused. She didn't realize that Meng Yuan had let go of her hand. Instead, one hand was clasped behind her head. One hand wrapped around her waist. She didn't even realize it, and when she opened her mouth to breathe, he was already driving straight in. From the first touch to the later hook and roll, until the last lingering.

Meng Yuan's breath became more and more cloudy.

His palm was tightly attached to her delicate waist, and each bone joint seemed to be tracing the delicate and boneless under the palm, and the soft and delicate touch spread from the palm of his hand, instantly making him feel like he wanted to crush the person in his arms, but he also felt boundless pity in the depths of his heart.

Fu Jun felt out of breath.

He hugged her so tightly that he almost embedded her in his bones, and the air in his lungs was squeezed by the force, and he ran out of his body in pieces. She was dizzy and breathless, so she had to weakly pound her fist on his chest, making a "hmm" sound deep in her throat.

The voice fell on Meng Yuan's ears, like a kitten calling, mixed in a thin / gasp / breath, and the end of each sound was watery, trembling and soft, stirring all his nerve endings.

He took a deep breath, restrained the desire to go further with great willpower, and finally let go of the girl in his arms.

The fresh air poured in, making Fu Jun feel a little sober.

She breathed heavily, and the feeling of weakness in her whole body made her unable to stand firm at all, so she could only lean against Meng Yuan's chest, one hand instinctively grasping the placket of his clothes.

Meng Yuan's chest rose and fell violently, and a powerful heartbeat vibrated Fu Jun's ear drums. He was still holding her waist, his broad palm almost covering her waist, while his other hand reached out, his slender fingers clasping her chin, forcing her to raise her head to meet him.

In an instant, a handsome face appeared in front of Fu Jun's eyes.

In the past, the eyes were like quenched ice, but now they are as bright as stars, with long eyebrows flying obliquely into the sideburns, a high nose bridge, and a slightly square and resolute jaw. The sense of oppression brought by this extreme beauty was so strong that Fu Jun felt like her brain was blank again. And the little consciousness she had barely gathered dissipated when she touched those starry eyes.

She suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eye.

She lowered her eyes, her thick, curly eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks, which were exceptionally clear.

Meng Yuan suddenly laughed sullenly.

She looks like a child who has done something wrong. He really didn't expect to see her like this. And his heart, which had melted a long time ago, rippled slightly at this moment. The ripples that rippled around made his heart hurt a little.

"You can't trust me like that?" He asked a second time, his drum-like voice still a little hoarse.

Fu Jun quickly raised his eyes to look at him, and then lowered his eyes again.

Meng Yuan finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He'd never seen her like this. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that she, who has always been calm and calm, would have such a distressing cuteness.

Feeling the vibration of the wide chest on his cheeks, Fu Jun was shocked by the ambiguity of their movements at the moment.

She was held in Meng Yuan's arms, and the distance between the two people's bodies was less than a punch.

This is not just / ambiguous / ambiguous, it is simply unseemly!

Fu Jun wriggled his hands and feet.

Her actions immediately aroused Meng Yuan's dissatisfaction.

His hand gripping her chin was slightly harder, and the palm around her waist tightened a little, forcing her to cling to him.

He leaned over to her, and the aura on his body instantly enveloped her.

The smell actually made Fu Jun addicted for a moment.

It's not the smell of any incense, but it smells better than all the incense in the world, / dry / dry, warm and refreshing, like the smell of / dry / grass in the sun, with a scorching heat, so hot that Fu Jun dare not breathe.

"You'd better not move." He whispered in her ear, the heat of her exhalation burning the tips of her ears instantly. And his threatening movements, coupled with his warning tone, and the absolutely incomparable comparison of force values, made Fu Jun immediately stop all struggles and obediently stand against his chest.

She can't organize any language now, and her IQ is even lower in Java, and her brain is like a mess. That sudden but intense/intense/entangled/kiss/, she secreted enough hormones and dopamine to destroy all rational thinking in an instant.

She is now a humanoid balloon filled with youth/spring/hormonal gas, and the slightest touch from this handsome, tall, powerful man next to her will cause her to explode to death in an instant.

As for the leftover female soul that belongs to the 21st century, I'm sorry, please give way to the teen-year-old spring/heart/budding girl's instinct first. (To be continued.) )