Smussen approached without warning, which made Pei Tong stunned for a moment, and he didn't react for a while.

Her dark eyes were big instead, staring at his handsome and good-looking face, and she couldn't help but hold her breath: "Why are you ......?"

"Shut up." Smussen's low voice seemed a little helpless, and he chuckled.

Pei Tong seemed to understand a little bit from the man's dark eyes, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he blinked uneasily.

Seeing that she was not closed, Smussen raised his eyebrows and said, "Bold? ”

As soon as he said "......", Pei Tong immediately closed it.

She was so shy that she forgot for a moment that she should push him away instead of closing her eyes and be fine.

When she reacted, her red lips were suddenly covered with something warm, too soft, so that her whole body froze on the seat, and between her breaths, her breath was full of his good smell.

At the engagement banquet, Smussen drank and smoked, and even his breath had a faint smell.

It didn't smell bad, Pei Tong felt a little drunk.

"Familiar?" Smussen just rubbed her with thin lips and was too delicate. Tender lips, without prying open teeth and going deep into kissing, he could feel the girl's slightly trembling body, and nervously grabbing the collar of his shirt with his fingers.

His voice was sprinkled on her cheeks, it was very hot, Pei Tong was leaning his back against the back chair, and his thick eyelashes were trembling.

Smussen had kissed her before, but it was in the mood that neither of them was calm, but now, her mind was clear, and the man was not drunk, and all the subtle feelings were infinitely magnified.

She was about to speak, but the man seemed to notice it, and deepened the kiss.

"Hmm......"

Pei Tong could only blush, and he pressed his white shirt tightly.

After some entanglement, by the time Smussen finished kissing, almost ten minutes had passed, and his breath was getting hotter and hotter, a little unstable, much more stable than the girl who was about to breathe.

"Gasp gently, don't rush."

Seeing Pei Tong take a breath, a faint smile crossed Smussen's eyes, and his palm gently patted her delicate back.

It's obviously all kissing, but Pei Tong looks at him like no one.

She couldn't help but think of Yao Yun again, the woman who almost killed her.

Pei Tong didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and said it without going through his brain for a while: "Although I don't understand anything, I feel that your kissing skills are very good...... Have you kissed a lot of women? ”

Smussen looked stunned, probably not expecting her to check the post and settle accounts.

Pei Tong saw that he didn't say anything for a few seconds, and the feeling of diaphragm in her heart was even heavier, and she grabbed the man's shirt with her fingertips, and the fabric was already crumpled.

"Nope."

After a moment, Smussen's expression was grim, staring into her questioning eyes and saying, "I've only kissed you alone." ”

After the two got married in his previous life, he liked to kiss her very much, whether it was her body or red lips, and she liked to see Pei Tong's whole body, every inch belonged to him.

Pei Tong heard the sentence I have only kissed you, and his mood obviously improved, but he stumbled and said, "But why are your kissing skills so good?" ”

Smussen was not angry, his slender fingertips caressed her red and swollen lips that were kissed, and said in a low voice: "You little girl, do you know what kissing skills are good?" ”

Pei Tong stopped talking, she thought that her skin was not as thick as a man.

Smussen looked at her cheeks and blushed, and said in her ear: "I'm better at bed skills, you grow up quickly, let you try it later." ”