Chapter 111: A Little Black Hand
Well, you're definitely not mistaken, it's the most classic pose in idol dramas! To match the kind where the whole world is rotating, the perspective should be at least 1080 degrees around three times.
Jing Tian came back to his senses and found that he was already lying sideways in Chen Liang's arms, and his left hand subconsciously grabbed the front of his Mai because of nervousness.
The young man's hand was tightly wrapped around her waist, strong and powerful, making her feel that even if she was of her own weight, she was very safe.
The two of them approached instantly, her ears almost touching the skin of his chest, and his breath was full of his strong manly breath, mixed with a faint good smell, rushing to her snort one after another.
didn't fall, Jing Tian was relieved, and he didn't notice anything wrong with the current posture of the two.
Perhaps, in the matter of men and women, this guy naturally lacks a string!
Hey! She had already discovered that Chen Liang was a guy who had good muscles because of his daily martial arts practice!
It's definitely the type that looks thin when dressed and has meat when undressed.
At this moment, she could even feel the graceful undulating lines of his clothes full of strength under her arms.
With the faint honey-colored skin under the moonlight and starlight, the whole person looks like a dormant cheetah, containing powerful explosive power.
I don't know how his muscles feel?
She thought so, and did so, and the ghost moved her right hand hidden between the two of them, silently reached under her back, and stroked it.
Wow!
Sure enough, it's hard but there is a strange feel that people can't stop.
Maybe this gentle stroke can't satisfy Jing Tian's evil little hand, or maybe there is a psychological hint that the left sleeve is blocking it, and there is a psychological hint of covering your ears and stealing the bell. In short, someone pressed it unsatisfactorily. Mmmm, you can still feel the outline of one piece at a time, and I don't know how many there are?
Jing Tian suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she discussed with her colleagues in the department about the newlywed husband of a certain actress, and her figure was so good!
Must have eight-pack abs.
Several people were still teasing each other. Do you know the feel of eight-pack abs in your life?
Alas! I can't count on it in this life, eh, Zhang Lan can, you can train your son to exercise from an early age, and there is still a chance to experience it in this life! ……
Jing Tian thought at the time, it seems that most people don't have much chance!
Although many men nowadays love sports, most of them only have one "abdominal muscle". Work pressure is generally high, but physical labor is also low.
Either a large or small swimming ring on the stomach, or a small body that is thin into a javelin and is blown away by the wind every minute.
It turns out that the abdominal muscles feel so good! Jing Tian subconsciously groped, one, two......
"Tian Tian?" When Chen Liang was touched by Jing Tian's little black hand, his whole person suddenly tensed, his ears burned hot, and he was stunned for a moment before he asked in a low voice.
"Huh?" Jing Tian woke up in a little intoxication, and was still a little stunned: "Your clothes are not flattened, you are a little panicked!" ”
As if realizing that his behavior was slightly childish and inappropriate, Jing Tian laughed stupidly to hide the small embarrassment in the atmosphere at this time.
Obviously, there are no three hundred taels of silver here, but this guy still looks like nothing happened.
Chen Liang lowered his head and looked deeply at the little face nestled in his arms and close at hand.