How short can a distance of two centimeters be?

His eyes were downcast, his pupils darkened.

How short and close it can be.

He could see the petal-like lines on her red lips after applying salami, a lovely candy-like sheen, as soft as spring petals, and the bridge of his nose was close at hand, and he could smell a little sweetness.

However, the gentleman's prudence and independence is the education of his mother country that he has received since he was a child, and it is also his philosophy of daily life.

His hand on the armrest of the couch was so hard that it was bruised. In the blink of an eye, his eyes returned to clarity, like an obscure and mysterious sea level, he calmed his breathing, his expression returned to coldness, and he just wanted to retreat with his whole body.

He lowered his eyes, but suddenly looked into her wet eyes in the darkness.

His pupils seemed to have been soaked in dew, beautiful, clean, and he didn't feel the slightest defense.

The warm and soft scent of her breath quietly permeated the small and cramped space, and she unconsciously looked at him with seductive eyes.

She is the main culprit in the accelerated temperature increase.

Obviously, as long as the bridge of his nose is stepped back a few centimeters, he can regain his rational sanity, and he can also alienate himself from cold restraint.

The clear and cold eyes suddenly fell into a bottomless darkness.

His body moved.

During this difficult long time, Jiang Chacha saw his hand on the armrest raised.

Just when Jiang Chacha thought that his upper body was going to continue to retreat.

In the dark, she heard the sound of her hands rubbing against the cold, hard-textured fabric, which was exceptionally clear in the room.

His jade-fan-like hand rested restrainedly on the hem of his shirt at this time, his slender fingers glowing with a cold white luster in the moonlight, and in the darkness, he unbuttoned his collar one by one with restraint and slowness.

The collar of his white shirt quickly became baggy.

It is said that kissing is something that naturally happens when the atmosphere is up.

Bian Jichen finally realized it and knew this youthful desire. The pain of the mind.

Then, under Jiang Chacha's surprised gaze, his hand suddenly and gently clasped the back of her head.

His lips, first tentatively, with the throbbing of pure love fireworks, lightly touched her upper lip.

He thought that he could restrain himself, and he wanted to be satisfied by passing by with a dragonfly, so as to stop the instinctive behavior generated by the hormonal stimulation.

But just touching her lips lightly, the soft touch underneath and the sweet fragrance between his nose and throat wantonly stimulated and stirred the tense nerve in his mind.

Adolescent teenagers are always impulsive and frizzy, and there is nowhere to put the hormones in their bodies, as soon as they touch her body temperature, as soon as they touch her soft lips.

I will only want to possess and possess again.

Jiang Chacha was completely stunned, and her reaction was slower than others.

Her CPU is going to explode right now.

help！ help！！

After Bian Jichen touched her lips, his slightly cool thin lips left, continuing to keep a conservative distance.

I felt Bian Jichen stop.

She looked over.

The calm and self-controlled cold boy suddenly breathed a little heavily, and his face was blurry in the dimly lit night.

The furnishings of the apartments here are no less than those of a five-star hotel.

A shallow layer of moonlight fell in front of the window.

Their figures were reflected on the marble floor, and from the intertwined shadows, it seemed as if he was clinging to her waist.

I saw that there seemed to be a thin sweat on Bian Jichen's forehead, he lowered his eyes, the bridge of his nose was too close, and he wanted to wipe her cheeks, and the faint eyes in the dark were staring at her heavily.

Jiang Chacha's heart was stared at faster, and she was inexplicably nervous, so that her hand on her knee was wet with sweat.

Just when she thought he was going to let him go.

With an ascetic aura, he suddenly continued to clasp the back of her head, and his lips poured over again.

No longer like the drizzle of a rainy night in London, but like a storm that blows the flowers.

The light in the room couldn't be fainter, and the only light came from the moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It's so dark.

In the dark, you can't see anything.

She couldn't see his eyebrows, she could only see herself as if she was in his arms.

In this tense and ambiguous heart-pounding darkness, he couldn't help leaning closer, and in this kiss that was getting deeper and deeper, her hair was gently pressed by his palm, and his knobby fingers penetrated into her hair.

In the humid and sultry night, Jiang Chacha lifted his eyes and saw the gentle and restrained eyes when he kissed her deeply.