"Ayan?"

"Ayan?"

"Ayan?"

called three times in a row, but the young man's thoughts still couldn't come back.

"I'm not a scourge, no, I'm not." Two lines of tears flowed down her face, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

As soon as Shen Jing entered the room, he saw a thin figure sitting on a chair, his feet on the chair together, his hands around his feet, and his whole body buried in his knees, looking extremely lonely and pitiful.

He called out to her softly, but she didn't respond, deeply trapped in her emotions. He put down the cup in his hand, it was steaming, it was the hangover soup he went downstairs to get it. Setting aside to dry, he walked towards her.

It was really her every move that affected his emotions, he sighed and coaxed her in an extremely gentle tone, "Ah Yan, it's okay, I'm here." ”

Companionship is the most affectionate confession, and sometimes the best way to comfort a person is to stay by her side.

He patted her back lightly with his hand, and leaned forward, as if to take her into his arms.

She slowly came back to her senses and looked up at him, there were emotions in it that he didn't understand, but it caused a lot of distress. The eyes were red, the tip of the nose was red, and the face was moist.

He pulled out the handkerchief from his bosom, and his eyes swept over with a wry smile.

I really owe you, I've handed you a few times.

"Okay, don't cry, it's like a little girl." He looked at her helplessly, at the confusion in her eyes, and wiped away tears for her.

She was like a quiet baby at the moment, not noisy or noisy, just staring at him, her eyes blinking, like a starry sky.

"Who are you?"

Shen Jingmei's heart jumped, this person will get drunk after drinking more than one drink, and he will lose his memory?

"Shen Jing." He replied to her lightly.

She grinned suddenly, covered her mouth with her hand and snickered, "It's Shen Jing'a!" ”

That voice drained all the emotions, a joyful mood, an obvious joy.

He naturally sensed her emotions, and suddenly overjoyed, but he didn't expect his presence to be so pleasant. He suddenly wondered how she felt about him, whether it was just him who was passionate, after all, it was not recognized by the world, what did she think?

"Ah Yan, what do you think of Shen Jing?" Step by step, he probed.

She seemed to be thinking, her head shaking, combined with the flush of her drunken face, like a ripe peach, "He's so bad." ”

His heart hung in his throat, but he didn't expect her answer to be like this, and he was stupid for a while, but he was also going to spit it all out, not wanting to suppress it in his heart.

"Where is Shen Jing broken?"

He ran away without saying a word, saying yes and giving me a fee. It's one thing to run away, everyone remembers him, but he forgot about me, am I that annoying? Everybody is leaving me, no one is with me. She choked up again as she spoke.

This caught Shen Jing off guard, he couldn't figure it out, his face was a little more sweaty after drinking, just because Fang was worried about her, and he went downstairs in a hurry, and now he was like an ant on a hot pot, he couldn't make any effort anywhere, but he could only do it in a hurry.

His mouth was dry for a while, and he took the wine glass next to him and put it in his mouth. He drank a few large glasses, which eased his dry mouth a little.

"With me, with me, I will accompany you in the future."

"Really?" He wiped the tears from her eyes with his hand, and her eyes had a little light, staring straight at him.

"Well, really"

The second half of his sentence died in front of her eyes, he seemed to have lost his breath, his brain was deprived of oxygen for a while, his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he couldn't stand steadily.

The tablecloth on the table was thrown aside, and the cups on the table and the cups of decanting soup fell to the ground, dripping little by little.

The table was originally covered with a tablecloth, but now it is revealed. The boy lay on top, her face dark and bright for a while under the flickering candle flame, and her white porcelain jade-like face was dyed red from poor breathing.

After drinking, she couldn't stand steadily, and a pair of bright and misty eyes looked at the person in front of her in a daze, silently adding a bit of temptation.

There seemed to be a cold pool in Shen Jing's eyes, black and deep, dyed with other colors at the moment. He narrowed his eyes and felt a rush of heat in his body.

He leaned over and attached himself to it, his breath full of wine intertwined, mellow and sweet, provoking people to sink step by step.

His bare hand was wrapped around the man's neck, and he held the back of her head with one hand and her hand with the other, leading her to a place where they had never been.

At some point, a heavy breath rang out from the house.

The boy's feet were wrapped around the man's waist, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his head to keep it from falling.

He dragged her by the hand, and a pair of powerful big hands were wrapped around her thin waist, and Ying Ying held it, which was not enough for both hands. The sweet taste seemed to have never been like this, and she took the red again, held her head with her hands, and walked towards the bed with her feet, step by step, and her two hearts thumped.

Lips and teeth parted, gently put her on the bed, the heat of the body has nowhere to dissipate, but the whole person has been steamed in the big steamer, the forehead sweat oozing, flowing down the sideburns, flowing to the chin, and then sliding down the placket of the chest, disappearing.

He felt a slippery piece around his neck, pulled his collar, revealing his strong chest, and with a wave of his hand, his clothes fell off the ground.

Without the jacket wrapping, the stuffiness is reduced a little. For a while, my thoughts returned, and my head cleared up a little. The smile on his mouth evoked a satisfied smile, bent down, picked up the clothes on the ground, and wanted to put them on, but he never thought that he would stray into a fairyland at a glance.

The young man's hair fell off in the scuffle, and a few strands of green silk were draped on his chest, and a few strands fluttered in the room. The young man's face was ruddy, and his lips were even redder, like a fairy who had been secretly dyed with bright colors, which made him unable to leave his eyes for a while.

Xu was too hot, she pulled her collar again, her neck was more slender, and her collarbone was completely exposed in front of his eyes. His blood rushed to his head, and there was only her in front of him.

He dropped the clothes he had picked up and walked towards her, but he couldn't take his eyes off them.

He pulled her past and blocked her next move. She was frightened, her lips half-opened, and he swallowed them all, grinding them all finely.

She didn't resist his contact, her hands rested lightly on his strong chest, and gently stroked him, causing him to tremble, and the movements under her mouth were not light.

She snorted in pain, but only the two of them could hear it.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the room, the two snuggled up to each other, and their eyes were only on each other.

"Ayan." An erotic voice rang out, and her robe was peeled off, her upper body naked/naked, except for a layer of cloth wrapped around her breasts.

His hand was covered with the cloth, and the heat passed through the cloth to her heart, and a heart beat violently, I don't know if it was too hot to cause fever, or the person in front of him was too enthusiastic.

The candle flame flickered from time to time, as if looking at the scene in front of them shyly, but from time to time it responded to them, illuminating everything in front of them.

The two of them were unclothed, and they were honest with each other, and the man's thin kiss fell, kissing her erotic eyes little by little, and then down little by little, to the tip of her nose.

His eyes met hers, his eyes full of pleasure, and his mouth called softly: "Ah Yan." ”

"Hmm."

"Who am I?"

"Shen Jing."

With a thud, lips and teeth intertwined, the two bodies intertwined with each other, and the man's hand caressed every inch of her skin, leaving his mark like a treasure.

Her skin is better than snow, her fair face is dyed with spring, her eyebrows are dyed with March peach blossoms, and a flower is quietly blooming.

muttered quietly, in exchange for gentle treatment, and the small kisses fell, kissing the fine sweat from the corners of her forehead. Waiting for her to recover, the man went further.

The lip was bitten tightly, almost biting. Hands ran across his back, leaving a mark that belonged to hers.

He slowed his movements, and walked into her ear, exhaling a cloudy breath as if forbearing. Little by little, he comforted the woman under him and treated her carefully.

Gradually, she accepted him, one heart beating wildly, and heard his gasp in her ears, and the sound of two hearts beating, and the two hearts finally pressed together.

Her hand tugged at the quilt under her, and then grabbed his hair, and the tip of her nose smelled of him.

He grabbed her hand and clasped his fingers tightly on the bed.

At the end of the game, he embraced her, and she gave him all her back. She was so tired that she couldn't lift her eyes, and her whole body was weak, but she felt the caress left behind her little by little.

He looked at her smooth back, only a peach blossom on her right shoulder, which was blooming extremely gorgeously, it was her best night, and it was also his best night.

He dropped an affectionate kiss on the flower, and then looked at the mark he had left on her, and there was a small light in his eyes. He flipped over to face her.

She was so tired that she had already fallen asleep, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and her small mouth was a little red and swollen.

He regretted a little for a while, but he reaped the unexpected joy, and all the regret was washed away by the joy. He touched her lips lightly, sighed in satisfaction, and then pulled her into his arms, closed his eyes, and followed her into tonight's sweet dream.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the heat, and when he opened his eyes, the person in front of him hugged one of his hands, and his feet did not know how to wrap around his body, and his breath was a little unstable for a while.

In her sleep, He Yan was hot and dry, only feeling that she had been eaten alive by a wolf dog, her face was wet and slippery from the tip of her tongue, and her body was like falling apart, she was so exhausted that she couldn't lift her eyes, so she didn't care.

She only vaguely sensed a silky feeling on her body, and then regained her comfort. She heard the sound of gurgling water, and then fell into a warm embrace.

I don't know if it's a dream or reality, she heard an affectionate confession, "In the days to come, I will be by your side!"

If it's a dream, hopefully it never wakes up. Dreams will eventually wake up, but people are real!