Different from the previous two domineering plunderes, the movements on Yan Yichen's lips were extremely gentle, sometimes her lips and tongue kept squirming on her soft lips, sometimes she gently grinded, and sometimes she stretched out her fragrant tongue to lick her lips.

Not perceiving her resistance, the corners of Yan Yichen's lips raised slightly.

The fragrance of her body was full of snort, and the faint fragrance bewitched him, and the softness in his arms made him breathe more and more rapidly.

Meng Yi'er was gradually taken out of her breath by his lingering kiss, and her mind gradually became dizzy.

She lost her mind, but she could still feel the burning of his hand behind her waist.

Yan Yichen's low breathing that changed rhythm was heard in his ears, and Meng Yi'er nervously clutched the shirt on his chest, kissing him blankly.

The temperature from the tip of her tongue seemed to carry an electric current to her heart, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.

The only sanity she had left told her that this was not right and that it had to be stopped.

"Yan Yi ......"

When she exited to stop him, the tip of his tongue took the opportunity to break into her mouth, and attacked the city and land, completely encroaching on all of her.

The deeper sweetness and mellow in his mouth aroused his deeper longing, and he deepened the kiss.

Feeling his enthusiasm, Meng Yi'er became even more uneasy and began to struggle in his arms, Yan Yichen's gentle kiss gradually became domineering, tightly wrapping around her lips and tongue, and she was not allowed to resist at all.

The more she struggled, the more Yan Yichen imprisoned her harder.

Reason told her that she could not continue to struggle, and that struggling would only cause more insane aggression from men. Then the reaction after that was to let the man in front of him continue to kiss hard.

She only felt the air in her chest being stripped out little by little.

The lips are hot and the tip of the tongue is numb.

After a long time, Meng Yi'er felt that she was almost about to faint due to lack of oxygen, so Yan Yichen gradually let go of her, and reluctantly sucked on her lips, and finally touched her forehead.

Yan Yichen's hoarse voice was close to him.

"Fool, breathe."

Meng Yi'er blinked lightly, and then began to gasp for breath.

After a few big breaths, the oxygen seemed to finally be supplied to the brain, and the thoughts gradually returned.

He sighed softly, and the large palm pressed against the back of her head used some force.

In this way, neither of them moved again.

Time seems to freeze.

Messy breathing blows on each other's faces, snorts intertwined, and two hearts beat violently.

After a long time, Meng Yi'er spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

"Why...... Kiss me. ”

Yan Yichen pulled his lips and smiled softly.

She really treats him differently than before.

She didn't even refuse his kiss.

Nor is it as crazy as a little wild cat.

It made him feel extremely good.

He looked up at her misty starry eyes, his eyes blazing and focused.

"What do you think would be the reason for a man kissing a woman?"

"I ......"

Meng Yi'er was speechless for a while, her eyebrows frowning slightly.

How would she know why he kissed her?

If you knew, you wouldn't have asked him?

Normally men and women kiss, of course she knows the reason.

However, now the two have nothing to do with each other, so how can they say it clearly.

He looked at him left and right, and it was already the most obvious answer.

This kiss may have been just a whim of his.

The last time he kissed her, she could act as if nothing had happened, after all, he was already burned out at that time, and he didn't know what he had done.