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Jing Qingge's timbre trembled, and the sense of shame was all washed away by the strong ** desire that followed.

Shaking his little head slightly, his mouth responded unconsciously,

"Hmmm......"

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Ji Yicheng smiled evilly, like a dancing goblin,

"Is this going to stop?"

"Hmm......" she nodded aggrievedly.

"Well, then call me Brother Cheng, and I'll stop."

Jing Tingge was kissed on the lips by him, and the overflowing voice was even more pitiful than that of the kitten, "Brother Cheng......"

"Do you like Brother Cheng?" The scarlet in Ji Yicheng's eyes jumped, but his hoarse voice was heard more gently.

Jing Qingge was stunned, as if he had not reflected it suddenly.

"Does Dump Bao'er like Brother Cheng?" He asked patiently again, clutching her hand tightly, his fingers clasped tightly.

Jing Tingge's voice shattered,

"Love ......"

"Like whom?"

"I like Brother Cheng."

"Who likes Brother Cheng?" Ji Yicheng continued to coax, his breath hit her face hard, and her heart was almost about to jump out of her chest, and she couldn't stop throbbing.

Suddenly, Jing Tingge's eyes flickered, and he looked at his stunning demon-like silhouette in the hazy mist, and smiled stupidly.

She said,

"Dump Bao'er likes to inherit her brother."

……

The voice, soft, delicate, like melted chocolate, flowed all over his heart, and his whole heart was filled with sweetness and mellowness.

Ji Yicheng was also completely mad, releasing all the evil factors in his body.

Ruthless ......

Such as the last all-out sprint.

Jing Tingge couldn't make a sound.

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……

In the air, the humidity was even thicker.

Jing Qinge's whole body was so soft that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Ji Yicheng hadn't left yet, his arms were holding her tightly, and the domineering power seemed to carve her body into his own blood.

His chin was still pressed against her hair, greedily enjoying the faint and charming scent, caressing her smooth back one by one.

He lowered his eyes and kissed her eyes, the corners of which were still sparkling with tears, and kissed them one by one, her fluttering eyelashes brushing his lips lightly.

"Little villain, did you just feel happy?"

Jing Tingge's cheeks, which had finally eased a little, were hot again, and there was a burst of heat, how could this girl not say it so explicitly.