Chapter 920

The sky is bright and the sunlight outside the window shines into the room, and the Tyndall effect is fascinating.

With the sunshine, there is also a faint breeze, which takes away the anxiety of summer.

Xu Ruoqing opened her eyes in a daze, and her gentle eyes shook so much that she couldn't open her eyes for a while.

A little headache and I didn't drink the bar myself last night? Xu Ruoqing was about to get up, wash up and pack her luggage and leave, but found that she had a pair of warm hands around her waist, firmly imprisoning her.

Xu Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

The memory of last night gradually flooded into her brain.

Last night Li Tingsheng came to Venice.

The person who is holding her now is Li Tingsheng.

Thinking of this, Xu Ruoqing's pajamas hit her heart again.

She was about to close her eyes and fall asleep when the burning breath of the man behind her gently sprayed around her ears, tickling and making her shiver.

Li Tingsheng's body was scorching with a strong aura, and he instantly surrounded Xu Ruoqing.

"Awake? Well? Li Tingsheng's somewhat burning face was gently pressed against her back.

He deliberately put his calloused hand into her pajamas, slowly rubbing her flat and tight lower abdomen.

Just caressed, Xu Ruoqing's waist seemed to melt.

"Why don't you speak?" Li Tingsheng's tone was playful.

He especially likes to tease Xu Ruoqing in the morning.

When she first woke up, the woman was confused, not at all as serious as when she was working.

She was at his mercy, trembling like a rabbit in his arms.

Li Tingsheng bit Xu Ruoqing's earlobe as if he was punishing.

Xu Ruoqing reflexively screamed: "Don't get it, it's so itchy......"

Her voice was soft and glutinous.

Just like Yang Yang, he stretched out his little claws and wanted to fight back, but there was no way to cause any actual damage to Li Tingsheng.

Li Tingsheng turned over, and the positions of the two changed.

He looked condescendingly at Xu Ruoqing, whose face was flushed, and gently clamped her hands above his head.

The strength in Li Tingsheng's hand is very small, if Xu Ruoqing wants to resist, he can break free in an instant.

But she didn't.

A pair of affectionate eyes looked at Li Tingsheng.

If you want to sink, then sink completely.

Li Tingsheng lowered his head and kissed Xu Ruoqing's soft pink lips.

There is no temptation, no competition.

Some are just put in kisses.

The breath that permeated her lips was an incomparably familiar breath to Xu Ruoqing.

It was the breath that only belonged to Li Tingsheng.

Even though she felt that she was about to lose her breath, the man did not let her go, but slowly passed the oxygen in his mouth into her mouth.

At the end of the kiss, Xu Ruoqing was out of breath.

Her little face was flushed.

The pink lip flap has long since become bright red.

And it's a little hot, and the soft lips are torn and burned.

Li Tingsheng looked at the traces he left on Xu Ruoqing's body with satisfaction.

He lowered his head, forehead lightly against hers.

Clamped Xu Ruoqing's hand, little by little, wrapped around her fingers.

In the deep eyes, compared to the Qingming just now, there was a little more confusion.

"I don't want to be patient any longer."

Li Tingsheng's voice was hoarse.