"Xiao Yu," he sighed hoarsely as he kissed her lips, "am I dreaming?" ”

The waist was controlled by his strong palm, Jiang Qian was about to cry, and his little hand was pressed against his chest in a panic, "Brother-in-law, it's me, don't ......"

The unspoken words were sealed by him with a kiss, and he longed to rub her into his body and never be separated from him again.

All she wanted to say could only turn into broken whimperes, and clear tears soon filled her eyes, crumbling.

Although she likes Lu Qingshi, but that kind of like is just a secret crush, a secret that can't be declared, the situation in front of her is too sudden, he treats her as a sister, if they really have a relationship, she doesn't dare to imagine what will happen tomorrow when Lu Qingshi comes to his senses.

He will surely be disgusted with her, just as he is disgusted with the women who try in every possible way to climb into his bed, and he will never see her again, nor will he be nice to her again.

"Don't! No! ”

Jiang Qian cried out, and the tears rolled down in big pieces.

The girl's fair skin was as smooth as jade, and the slender collarbone was like a butterfly about to fly, with rapid breathing, it rose and fell violently.

Her body kept trembling, her big black and wet eyes were full of pitiful tears, he wanted to pity her, but he really missed her too much, and at the same time, he wanted to have and possess it.

Lu Qingshi's breathing was unusually heavy, and his kiss quickly fell down her slender and white swan neck, landing on her sexy and delicate collarbone, and the strength was a little softer.

Jiang Qian's crying pear blossoms brought rain, and he was extremely scared.

The air was full of sweet and ambiguous scents.

She could only cry and beg him to be sober, she didn't want to be disgusted by him, she didn't want to be sorry for her sister, despair was coming towards her in all directions, she was so scared, she really didn't know what to do!

Just when she thought she was really going to be finished, Lu Qingshi suddenly stopped kissing her.

The slender and straight body lay on top of her, motionless.

Jiang Qian's crying brain was confused, and he didn't know what the situation was now.

Choked breath condensed in her throat, her vision was misty with tears, and her eyes were only dim and ambiguous light and shadow of the floor lamp, blurry and distant.

Lu Qingshi fell asleep.

……

This long night, for Jiang Qian, is destined not to be calm.

She helped Lu Qingshi to the bed.

When she returned to her room, she lay down in her bed and heard her own heartbeat faster than the ticking of the second hand on the wall.

Breathing is a mess.

She didn't feel sleepy, her dark and clean eyes were open, her eyes were staring at the ceiling above her head, and her mind was all occupied by the scene on the sofa just now.

His kiss landed on her lips and neck.

It's heavy.

Same as in the dream.

His arms around her were warm, and the palms of his arms against her waist were hot.

When he kissed her, his breath would be heavy, and the hot breath would pass over her earlobes, with a lustful hoarseness.

She could feel his emotion.

Jiang Qian just lay down like this, forcing himself not to think about it anymore, but he couldn't control the frequency of his heartbeat, and the body on the sheets was getting hotter and hotter.

She turned around sadly.

The side of the little face is against the pillow, but I still can't sleep.

The dark night is silent and long, and it is most likely to breed crazy and irrepressible thoughts, and once the thoughts grow, they entangle her mind like vines, so that in the endless darkness, there is no trace of hopeless life.

The night breeze drifted in through the window lattice, slightly cool, but it couldn't drive away the slightest heat.