What about Yunlin? I told him, I slept with your brother, and now we are still in a long-term relationship, we have no possibility, let him stop pestering me?"

The words made Leng Yunting speechless.

He had never seen anything like that before. All his female companions are the only ones in their hearts, and they are willing to do anything for him. Turning a blind eye to all the men around you will not have such a chance to be jealous.

Luo Qingxue scolded him angrily, calmed down, and said, "You are always so startled, angry about some unwarranted things. If you do this again, there is no need for us to continue. ”

Leng Yunting heard her say this, and her heart was a little moved: "It really hurts?"

"I bit you out of blood, can you not hurt?" Does this man have any common sense? Luo Qingxue doesn't want to see him anymore!

Leng Yunting thought about it, as if, he had just really exerted himself.

rubbed it and slowly walked in front of her, Luo Qingxue didn't bother to look at him, don't look away.

He tore off her shirt.

Luo Qingxue thought that he was going to take a mouthful, and suddenly began to struggle: "What do you want to do?"

Leng Yunting saw that there was indeed a circle of tooth marks on her body. Many of them have broken skin and scabs, which looks a little shocking.

He buried his head suddenly, Luo Qingxue thought that he was going to bite with his teeth again, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push him away.

"Fuck off—— ah————"

The last sound, not an exclamation, but a surprise.

She looked down and saw the man bury his head in her heart, and then, like a puppy pleasing his master, gently licked the wound.

His soft little tongue slid over her already injured area, and his movements were so gentle, as if he were caring for a treasure.

When she was a child, she was occasionally naughty, knocked on, touched, and her mother would sometimes, she would gently lick her wounds, and then touch her head with a smile: "Ruoxue, it doesn't hurt." ”

I don't know if it's because of her mother's actions, or because of her comfort, she really feels that the pain is not so sad.

However, the person who is now buried in her heart is Leng Yunting.

His arms, wrapped around her waist, licked earnestly where she had scabs. Although the action is very ambiguous, there seems to be a real trace of pity.

The tip of the man's tall nose rubbed lightly against her snowy mountain, and from the angle from top to bottom, she could see his long eyelashes, trembling slightly. The hot breath from the corners of his thin lips surrounded her heart.

Inexplicably, the pain she felt here gradually disappeared, and a faint, hot, and empty feeling quietly grew in her body.

Suddenly, the man's whole lips took all her wounds in his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently, as if she was buried in her mother's arms, drinking sweet milk.

"Cold, cold clouds, don't, don't do this. ”

She became so strange, why did she feel that her body was no longer painful, but her heart was numb, she didn't know herself a little, what was going on?

Leng Yunting ignored her protests, holding her waist with both hands, restraining her little body that wanted to escape, but her lips recognized her beating heart. The tip of her tongue and teeth, on her red plum, gently draw circles.

My body is getting hotter and hotter, and I can't even breathe. Leng Yunting is worthy of being a master, and with just two clicks, she can disarm and surrender.

She looked up, her misty eyes staring unfocused at the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling.

She seemed to know a little bit about what would happen next, but she was a little scared and a little resistant.