The sound of the subwoofer bloomed in my ears, and now in addition to the itching on my face, even my ears itched a little.

The hand on her chin was slightly hard, and seeing that Qiao Rong was forced to raise her head to meet her eyes, Wen Changqing's eyes were a little more satisfied, but when she saw her pink lips, she was a little hot.

The touch on her hands was as silky as milk, but Wen Changqing remembered the feeling she felt when she touched her lips last time in the restaurant, soft and slippery, and people couldn't help but kiss it.

Sensing that Wen Changqing's eyes were becoming more and more dangerous, Qiao Rong stepped back a little scared, but forgot that she was sitting on the bed and had no way to retreat.

She looked at him timidly with a pair of big eyes, and her clear eyes reflected his appearance, looking like a cat: "Wen Changqing, you, you...... Hmm"

Before the next word could be spoken, his lips were blocked by a piece of softness.

This kiss was superficial, but it was just a dragonfly and did not go deeper, but Qiao Rong didn't widen her eyes and looked at Wen Changqing, who was smiling in her eyes, and didn't know how to react.

The dazed appearance was almost like the tastelessness of just getting up, thinking of the soft and sweet feeling just now, Wen Changqing couldn't help but kiss it again.

But before she met it this time, Qiao Rong covered her mouth and looked at Wen Changqing with a frightened expression.

"You, you, you—"

Except for your words, Qiao Rong didn't come out of anything, the pot of golden camellia was on her lap and was about to fall to the ground, this is a rare plant that she finally encountered, if it falls on the ground, it will really be over.

If these encounters are gone, it depends entirely on luck when you will encounter them next time.

Qiao Rong's eyes had to stare at the crumbling golden camellia and Wen Changqing who was staring at her, and she didn't have time to look at it.

Wen Changqing noticed her eyes, lowered his eyes and looked at the pot of golden camellias, and let out a low and pleasant voice in his mouth: "If you don't catch it again, you will really fall off." ”

But if you go to hold the flower pot, the hungry wolves in front of you will have a chance, Qiao Rong looked at the pot of flowers, and didn't know how to choose for a while.

She trembled a little because of nervousness, the pot of flowers was even more precarious, Qiao Rong stared at Wen Changqing fiercely with a pair of eyes, and when she saw that the pot of flowers was about to fall, her hands couldn't help but hug the flower pot tightly.

The moment her lips were released, Wen Changqing lowered her head and kissed her instantly.

This time it was not like the previous two times, it was just a superficial taste, the sweet kiss was mixed with a strong possessiveness, and the crazy seizure of the city and land made Qiao Rong have nowhere to escape but to be forced to accept.

At the end of the five-minute kiss, Qiao Rong felt that she was about to become the first person in history to suffocate because of the kiss, her ivory-white face was full of redness, and the whole person was lying on her stomach without any strength.

What made her even more unbearable to cover her face was that she was still sitting before they kissed, but after the kiss, she was lying on the bed, and the golden camellia in her hand had been put aside casually.

Wen Changqing was still pressed on her body, and her eyes were more aggressive than before.

Originally, he had no sense of taste, but after tasting Qiao Rong's taste, he experienced for the first time what sweetness was, which made people want to stop.

And after tasting it once, it's more than just a taste.

Qiao Rong felt that her lips were numb, and there was still some pain faintly, and she realized that Wen Changqing was going to kiss her again, but Qiao Rong refused to let Wen Changqing kiss anything.