"I know, good time, thank you, forgive me."

Song Shihao breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't force her, her hand began to be forced, and she wanted to break her hand, but Yang Minghui didn't let her go, and hugged her tighter.

She patted the back of his hand, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "You, it's hurting me, let go." ”

Hearing that she was in pain, Yang Minghui let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, took her shoulders and changed her direction, let her face herself, and asked her distressedly: "Where does it hurt?" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong...... I won't push it so hard next time......"

Song Shihao didn't say anything, just looked at him fixedly, looked at his flustered expression, looked at his helpless appearance, and thought to himself, this person actually knows how to love Rao, but he didn't realize that his strong possessiveness was love at the beginning.

Yang Minghui saw Song Shihao staring at him, his amber eyes flashed, collided with her gaze, and never left.

His hand slowly moved up from her shoulder, his warm palm cupped one side of her cheek, his fingertips rubbing lightly against the bloodless face that had recently been bloodless, and he wanted to kiss her.

Seeing that she didn't dodge, he lowered his head slightly and slowly approached her.

Now he doesn't know what it's like, the powerful impact of the heart in his chest is something he has never experienced in his life, it seems to be a hairy man who has just opened his love, facing the girl he likes, he is nervous and scared, but he can't help but want to get closer, want to kiss her.

When the four lip flaps met, the thread that had been tight in the two people's brains "snapped" and broke, the first kiss, after a shallow taste, he stepped back and looked at her with surprise in his eyes.

She didn't refuse, she wasn't afraid, she didn't resist so strongly, she even closed her eyes gently.

Yang Minghui rubbed her lips with his fingertips, suddenly lowered his head, and no longer tried to be in his heart just now, he used a little strength, took her lips, and sucked softly.

His hand clasped the back of her head, forcing her to lift her head for a further kiss.

Pry open her closed teeth and sweep them through her mouth......

Song Shihao's breathing was a little chaotic, and her body was still shouting to escape, but her fingers subconsciously caught the corners of his clothes, as if to curb her urge to escape, her knuckles were white, and the junction between bones was so obvious.

He had kissed her many times, but only recently she would slowly feel his kisses, which was actually quite good, even if she was scared sometimes, but it was undeniable that she was also moved.

Yang Minghui let go of her, hugged her tightly into his arms, calmed the restlessness in his heart, Song Shihao was poison to her, and it was terrible to taste.

The fine kiss fell on her neck, very light and itchy, Song Shi turned his head and wanted to hide, but he stopped him.

In this way, she could only stay quietly in his arms, and her hands wrapped around his waist hard, as if she was looking for a support point for herself.

Her head tilted slightly, exposing one side of her neck to facilitate his kiss.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and she felt dizzy in her head, but she couldn't hold back, and opened her mouth to bite his shoulder.

Yang Minghui stopped kissing, leaned his chin on her shoulder socket, and patted her back with his palm, very gently: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not messing around." ”

Song Shihao listened to his words, and the tense nerves gradually relaxed, his body became weak, and he completely fell into his arms.