Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Jiang Li'an's lips felt numb to the touch, but when he turned his head, he forcibly grabbed his chin and turned his head away, the hand on his lips didn't stay too long.

When Shen Qingzhuo leaned over, her voice was lowered: "Don't refuse."

Three words, hit the ear, hit the heart.

Like the ambiguity fermented silently in the silent night, all restlessness was ignited.

His finger bones are thin and long, clean and sexy.

She frowned, and stared at him angrily and aggrievedly. She was so angry that she opened her mouth to bite his hand!
The boy hissed lightly, and the breathy sound he made was seductive, and there was a very obvious bite mark on the second knuckle of the index finger of his left hand, oozing blood.

He stared at it, then went to look at Jiang Li'an, pinched her chin, looked at the tooth, and commented meaningfully: "The teeth are really sharp."

Jiang Li'an wiped his lips, not daring to look at the color of water on his hand, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyes wandered.

A low laugh fell.

It seemed to overflow from the depths of the throat.

"Why don't you keep your teeth still." Shen Qingzhuo patted her face, carelessly and intimately, and then pinched her red earlobe.

Jiang Li'an dodged his hand, and he pinched the back of the neck with great control, like a wolf pinching a rabbit, and let her sit here, holding her waist with one hand, and the temperature of his breath fell on his neck place
Jiang Li'an raised his head slightly, wrapped his fingers around his shoulders, and his eyes were muddled.

Shen Qingzhuo raised her hand to unbutton her windbreaker, starting from the top one, the movements were like slow motion in a movie, every minute and every second of torment collided with ambiguity and tension to the extreme, her eyes were always fixed on her , did not move more than half a point.

Jiang Li'an blushed, his breath was unsteady, and he pressed his back against the cold cabinet frame and pressed his hand.

Shen Qingzhuo struggled away without much effort, the protruding arcs of her finger joints were cold and sexy, and the black mole on Leng Bai's wrist was also a bit scorching, and she continued to untie her windbreaker.

There were not a few buttons in total, and all of them were undone.

The folds of the windbreaker were messy, and the arms were open, revealing the white suspender skirt inside. The thin and pure white outlined the girl's beautiful and youthful curves.

From the unobstructed two sections of clavicle to the gripped waist, the length of the suspender skirt covers half of the thighs, and the legs are fair and beautiful. This kind of hazy, half-covered picture is the most attractive.

She had just finished taking a shower, her skin was still covered with mist, her white suspender dress was slightly wet, her long hair was loose behind her, and her body smelled like shower gel.

"No bra?"

Shen Qingzhuo lowered her gaze and looked at her body from top to bottom. Through the thin white skirt, she could clearly see the curve that fluctuated with her breathing. Her gaze was slightly concentrated, and she looked away. Her voice was hoarse and full of vigor.

"...Well." Her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it.

The boy pulled his hand, the action was careless and ruthless, the windbreaker was already precariously draped on her body, and now it fell directly to the ground!
He laughed: "It's really okay to dress up like this to find neighbors."

That pair of eyes stared at her like cold electricity in the dimness, ninety percent obscure, clustered on fire, like punishment.

"I'm wearing a coat." Hearing what he said, Jiang Li'an said aggrievedly, "Who knew you would..."