He smiled and whispered, putting the other party's hand on his face, and only the person in front of him was reflected in his dilated pupils:

"Clean ......"

"Don't go, okay?"

"Stay......"

He smiled more and more happily. He bowed his head slightly and kissed the other's palm, his gaze still reluctant to leave the other's face.

After that, he finally let go of Wen Xien's hand, covered it, and lay down on Wen Xien's body, slowly and almost reverently, he gently held Wen Xien's face with both hands, rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, and then felt and traced the outline of this person with his hands little by little.

"Clean Dust, Clean Dust ......"

"Don't go ......"

The man's voice was pleading.

His eyes murmured softly, and even his smile was just right as if it had been carefully designed for the other party.

Yue Ying lowered her head and moved closer, and then closer. Little by little, the distance was narrowed by him, and he could clearly feel the other party's even, long, gentle breathing.

At last he paused as if facing a sacred and great event that was about to happen, and then kissed him solemnly.

The soft touch on his lips was what he wanted like crazy day and night.

This little touch turned into a tiny spark in the gas, and Yue Ying's world couldn't bear all the feelings anymore, and everything turned to him like a tsunami.

Instantly overwhelmed him.

All the noble solemnity and prudence were all reduced to the instincts of an animal that was difficult to face, and his kiss unconsciously changed its nature. The slightest touch was no longer enough to satisfy the unfillable desire in his heart, and the friction between his lips became tight and intense.

If the monk wakes up at the time, he will definitely point at his nose and scold, no, maybe the monk doesn't even know how to scold.

But those cold eyes will definitely show anger, and maybe the tails of the eyes will be red with anger, adding a bright color to the snow-white face.

The brain can't think, "instinct" is thinking.

It turns out that there are really people who even have fragrant mouths, and the fragrance makes people want to swallow it in one bite.

He ripped the obstructive quilt and kicked it away between kisses.

The restlessness in her heart spread to all cells in her body, as if she was addicted to it, making people go crazy, but Yue Ying still only kissed Wen Xi'en's face and neck, only dared to lick it gently, and did not dare to leave excessive traces, and there was no more action in addition to this, and she didn't know what she was holding on toywith.

"Clean Dust, Clean Dust ......"

He frowned slightly, gasping and moaning, as if telling his own contradictions and pains, longing for a response and comfort from the other party.

But it's just his own fault, talking to himself.

He could only call Wen Xien's name over and over again to ease the anxiety and longing in his heart.

Maybe it was Yue Ying's illusion, during the kiss, he also seemed to feel that Wen Xien touched him with the tip of his tongue, as if he was responding to him.

The thought was like a loud noise in the silence, and Yue Ying's brain instantly became excited as if it was awake.

A huge pleasure rushed towards him, and he focused all his attention on Wen Xien's face, to see, to feel.

was lightly touched again, although it was only unconscious, but it still gave Yue Ying an illusion.

He raised his head happily, looked at Wen Xi'en who was still sleeping with bright eyes, and asked, "Are you comfortable?" You've reacted too, right!? ”

He was excited, as if eager to show off and eager to be praised, his voice hoarse but full of joy.

Yes, yes, yes, Wen Xien did respond to him.

Yue Ying was almost hypnotizing herself, not knowing who she was deceiving.

All the sense of accomplishment, excitement, and pleasure turned into pleasure, and it doubled as if he were sweeping over, and he felt very comfortable all over his body.

He pressed against Wen Xien again, kissing each other fiercely and deeply. After that, his lips kissed and bit on Wen Xien's ear, gasping rapidly, muttering "clean dust, clean dust", and then asked in a low voice, "Don't always think about leaving, stay with me, accompany me." ”

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as agree."

Yue Ying began to play scoundrels.

He raised his head and watched as his pale lips became red and swollen, dyeing his snow-white face with brilliant colors, he gasped and looked at Wen Xien, and then dodged away, his eyes not knowing where to go, his face flushed like a burn.

- He's embarrassed.

It was a shyness that came from the depths of my heart, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to bury my face somewhere.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Wen Xien's collarbone, the faint cold fragrance on the tip of his nose making his mouth and tongue dry.

Yue Ying didn't dare to look at anything, he was embarrassed to look at anything. Everything beautiful and erotic in front of him, like the first time he understood the vague and vague lust, caused his first throbbing and longing.

My mind is chaotic, and I just want to get in touch with this person more and more comprehensively. It was a feeling that drove him crazy.

However, what drove him crazy to the point of collapse was yet to come.

—A barely audible muffled grunt exploded in the silent hall where only his gasps sounded.

Yue Ying's mind suddenly died. He froze there, staring at Wen Xien with wide eyes.

Wen Xien didn't wake up, but frowned slightly in discomfort. I moved, as if I wanted to turn over. But because of the posture problem, I just turned my head to the other side, and there was no more movement after that.

Yue Ying still fixed that posture of strong suppression, and did not dare to act rashly. He stared with bated breath, observing any subtle expression on Wen Xi'en's face, until he was sure that Wen Xien was not awake, and then stared at the cautious Wen Xien and kissed her on the corner of the mouth.

Wen Xien's slightly furrowed brows moved slightly, and he snorted lowly.

Yue Ying's mind turned white, and suddenly a hot current was about to rush out.

Under the soft and blurred moonlight, cold eyebrows, messy collars, seductive reddish cheeks, unconsciously closed eyes, and frowning brows. The monk was a light-colored poppy in full bloom in Yue Ying's eyes at this time: it looked simple and clean, but it hooked people in their bones, tempted people and made people addicted.

How can there be a cold and unattainable appearance of abstinence on weekdays.

"Comfortable, right? Well? ”

He asked in a low voice, his eyes full of smugness and lewdness.

Only such a monk did not make Yue Ying feel less ethereal, and the monk who was contaminated with mundane dust seemed to be pulled down from the altar.

Hey

(End of chapter)