Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1612 You are my belief (24)

  Like a beast, very dumb.

   Shouting out loud, my heart was so hot that I panicked.

  The snow-skinned, red-lipped man with loose hair met his gaze.

   After deciding for a few seconds, maybe it was because the temperature in the room was a little high, or maybe it was something else, she suddenly coughed and looked away.

  The cheeks are a little red, and the voice is a little weak.

   "Do...what?"

  He didn't speak, but slowly pressed her two arms, pressing them on both sides.

  The strong and broad body completely covered her, with a strong hormonal breath.

   Almost intoxicatingly drunk.

  The priest, who should have been a gentle gentleman in the daytime, looked like a beast with red eyes.

  Rough breathing, red lips.

  The weight of her body was pressing on her body bit by bit, like a mountain that couldn't be pushed back.

  Extremely heavy, but can not be refused.

   "..." Cesia, whose hands were fixed, still didn't understand what he meant at the moment.

  The gift he was talking about, I'm afraid he was talking about himself.

  Give yourself to her.

  Cesia twisted the pressed wrist uncomfortably.

  Beautiful green eyes twinkle, just don't look at him.

  Looked aside, coughed, and said, "Azazel, please don't look like this."

   "You're grown up, you should know we shouldn't be like this."

  The adult man smiled calmly.

  She wanted to break free, so he tried harder.

   It was like a heavy shackle, tightly clamping her slender legs.

   Bind her, Bind the poor angel.

  Buried her head between her necks, like a wild animal marking, and took another bite.

   until traces appear.

   "Cesia, what should we do?"

  He shifted his position and covered the corner of her lips.

   They rubbed each other gently, as if they were about to bite in the next second.

   Violently tore off a piece of meat.

   "You know, I love you."

  He was hoarse, and his body temperature was very high.

   It's like a lava, almost destroying everything it goes.

   "Even God would not love you like this."

   "If we shouldn't, how should we...?"

  His chest was hard, and the hot breath he exhaled was even hotter.

  The beautiful and charming Chesia shrank her fingers, and the beautiful and clear green eyeballs were scalded with water mist by him.

  A layer of mist, eyelashes trembling, cheeks also dyed a touch of crimson.

  Like a weak and beautiful rose, a few petals opened tremblingly, and then shyly closed.

  It's too green.

  She pursed her red lips, not looking at him.

   His eyes fell on an unknown place in the room, and his fingertips curled up slightly.

   There is some silence.

   Silent, don't know what to think.

  She didn't speak, and Azazel's actions became more and more presumptuous.

   As if about to taste something delicious, he slowly kissed her.

  It was like a continuous drizzle, rare and gentle.

   Incredibly soft.

   Chesia, who was lying on the bed, trembled.

  Finally, when he let go of her wrist and was about to make the next move, she suddenly held him down.

  Even though his ears were a little red, those two beautiful green eyes still stared at him silently.

   moved his lips, as if to reconfirm something.

   "You, really want to be my partner?"

  Forbearance Azazel, his eyes were already a little red.

  The eyes that should have been clean and warm are now bloodshot.

   Red is a bit scary.

  (end of this chapter)