I seem to have experienced this kind of thing, so it's not surprising at all.

But what punishment is staying with the male protagonist?

Li Meng was silent for a while, what if she left the male protagonist's side?

She walked slowly forward, walked for a while, and was fine.

So this punishment is useless?

The system is so tricky......

Li Meng just thought so, but she reacted back, and suddenly turned around, and saw the young man standing in front of her in messy clothes.

He didn't know how long he had been behind her.

Cyril's clothes were a mess, and the buttons were all unbuttoned, revealing a large patch of fair skin on his chest.

His delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly wrinkled, and his crimson red eyes were flowing with beautiful broken light.

Li Meng took a step back, and he took a step forward slowly, silently.

She hesitated, then took a step back.

As a result, I didn't wait to step out of this step.

The boy had reached out and grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her into his arms.

He was full of cold breath and hard chest, which made Li Meng a little confused.

And he had kissed her on the forehead, a small kiss, accompanied by his low questioning.

"Don't kill me?"

Li Meng tried to withdraw her hand, although her voice was calm, it was still a girl's soft emphasis.

"Let go."

She was a hundred-year-old antique old cute thing about him.

Still a little hit.

The little angel is gone, only an ancestor-level old angel.

This feels like a photo of the little fresh meat you fall in love with, check it out.

Gotcha, a photo from fifty years ago.

She still needs time to clean up her broken heart.

Cyril's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and then he held the back of her neck a little harshly, and lowered his head and rubbed her lips against her thin and cold lips.

This kiss.

The ambiguity of coming is intense.

Her eyes widened slightly, trying to struggle.

only to find that the boy gently left her lips, and his breathing was messy and wrapped around her breathing.

His eyes were extremely deep, and there was some kind of fierce and crazy emotion hidden in him.

"Don't move, I can't help it."

She didn't kill him, like a little ray of hope in the dark night.

It gave him the courage to do whatever he wanted.

This sentence is simple, even calm, only the sound quality is a little more hoarse.

But I don't know why, it gives people an extremely serious feeling.

Li Meng pursed her lips, but found that her lips were full of the moist breath of a teenager.

He bent over slightly, his head down against the side of her sensitive ear, looking at her skin that was starting to turn red from the itch.

The boy's voice was low and muffled.

"Is it sweet, the taste of sugar?"

In his mouth, there was the taste of the sugar she gave.

When Li Meng heard this, she felt a slight sweetness coming out of the tip of her tongue.

Sweet.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her face began to redden.

The boy's eyes fell on her face, and there was a flush under the delicate skin.

The sweetness hits in strongly.

He had a thread in his head that collapsed.

Li Meng couldn't help but reach out and wipe her lips, this bit of sweetness, I felt a little sassy What's going on.

She's rubbing it.

But suddenly felt that the tips of the young man's teeth rubbed against the skin of her neck.

She frowned.

Just as he was about to avoid this dangerous contact, his fangs had already touched the weak skin, and in an instant.

His teeth dug into her skin.

Gentle, beast-like predators.

There is no refusal, and the pleasure of a storm swells up on the body of the prey.

Steal her coolness.

Leave behind the absolute pleasure of the predator, and the presence that cannot be refused.