Little by little, he savored the taste of the red lips.

In the depths, his body also began to heat up, and an indescribable impulse swelled.

He's a boy, that natural impulse, even if it's simple, he understands what it is.

It was the urge he wanted to possess her, to have her.

He was taken aback by the thought of himself.

He wasn't afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear this responsibility, but he was afraid that she would be so drunk, what if she woke up and hated him?

Qing Hao closed his eyes deeply, pressed Bai Xing hard in his arms, and hugged her tightly, trembling slightly.

It took him a moment to suppress the feeling, then let go of her a little, bent down to pick her up, and walked quickly towards her room.

Shirahoshi loves beauty, and every day even at home, he will draw beautiful makeup.

Her hair was long, soft and slightly curly, and she highlighted a few strands of burgundy, and the shadows were scattered among the slightly black hair, lining her original fair skin, which was exceptionally crystal clear.

She looks extremely delicate, when she originally had short hair, she looked a little heroic, but now she has long hair, which is a little more charming.

The more you look at it, the more charming it is.

Qing Hao put her on the bed, then skillfully took the makeup remover and cotton pads from her dressing table, squatted at the head of the bed, and began to remove her makeup little by little.

She hadn't fallen asleep yet, and from time to time she opened her eyes, and though he had moved so gently, she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and she nudged him with her hand, or hooked his wrist with her fingers.

He was tickled by her wrist, a little helpless.

It took a while to remove the makeup from her face and rub a little moisturizing water and cream on her.

After all this, he put the things back on the dressing table and came back to help her cover the quilt.

But in just such a moment, she somehow had already taken off her clothes cleanly, and a slender and white leg was stretched out.

Qing Hao raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then walked over slowly, looking away as much as possible, and bent down to pull the quilt for her.

Until he covered her and only exposed his head, the heartbeat in his chest did not subside in the slightest.

He looked at her quiet sleeping face, and finally couldn't hold back, gently leaned over, and gently dropped a kiss on her lips.

Ever since he kissed her last time, she had always avoided him as if out of nowhere.

And he has been busy with his own affairs, hoping that through his own efforts, he can one day help his sister.

So they obviously live together, but in fact, they don't have much time to meet, let alone have the opportunity to get up close.

Probably only when she drank too much, it was good to be quiet or noisy, and he had the opportunity to stand beside her, hug her, and then kiss her secretly like now.

Thinking so, Qing Hao's throat was slightly dry, and his eyes became hotter and hotter.

But he restrained himself and left her soft lips.

He closed his eyes slightly, and then prepared to get up and leave.

Although she may not believe it yet, one day, he will prove it to her.

Like her, he has really grown up and can protect his sister and her.

Qing Hao shook his palm tightly, and then his wrist was grabbed by a soft hand.