Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Don't mention him, okay?" Xiang Mankui stepped forward again and hugged Han Qilu: "Qilu, I miss you..."

"Really?" The other party just said a faint sentence, unable to hear any emotions, and the people who only listened were flustered, cold and cold.

Hearing his question, Xiang Man Kuiman raised her impeccably delicate face after makeup, and looked at him pitifully: "Whether it’s eating, sleeping, doing shows or accepting interviews, I don’t think about it all the time. You. Qilu, forgive me, okay?"

Han Qilu lowered his head and gave Mankui a deep look. Her false eyelashes quivered, like the wings of a butterfly. The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, Han Qilu leaned over and tightly encircled her in his arms, and the smell of poppies that smelled of fragrance instantly surrounded her more strongly.

"Really... haven't you been thinking about me all the time?" His eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth still curled up. Such Han Qilu made Xiang Mankui uncontrollable, and he seemed to have really changed a lot in the past few years.

Become more dangerous...

"Well!" She nodded almost without hesitation, and she looked back at Han Qilu religiously. His hands were wrapped around his chest like a snake body from behind him, and then he excused the buttons on his chest...

One, two, three...

A chest was immediately exposed, and his sturdy skin was gradually exposed to the air. Xiang Mankui's face got hot, and he moved forward and dropped his lips on his chest, where it was hot.

There was a bright red hickey on his chest immediately. At this time, should he take the initiative instead?

Before, Han Qilu had been thinking about waiting for them to truly become a husband and wife before asking her. In the end, the two had been in a relationship for so long, but they had never had a relationship.

For countless nights, Xiang Mankui regretted that he didn't take the initiative. I wanted to come here because Han Qilu didn't think she was that kind of slutty woman, so he kept it again and again...

Raising her right hand slightly, Han Qilu opened the zipper on her back. In an instant, the weakness wrapped in the light blue tube top was almost ready to emerge... She has always been proud of her figure.

The two moved lightly and came to the incredible bed.

"Qilu, I love you." She pressed Han Qilu's lips affectionately, but was avoided by Han Qilu without a trace. No, this is not an avoidance. should be……

Before she could touch Han Qilu's lips, the world turned around in a daze, she was overwhelmed on the bed, her mouth turned crimson inadvertently: "Qilu..."

Waiting for the expected kiss to fall, but he heard his cool and deliberately low voice: "How can a female celebrity who is smart enough to enter and leave a man's room casually. What's more, it's a hotel... …"

Without understanding the meaning of Han Qilu's words, Xiang Mankui stretched out her hands and hooked Han Qilu's neck: "It doesn't matter, because this man is you..."

"Really?" Han Qilu narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly.

Somehow, the delicate makeup woman in front of her suddenly turned into An Chuxia's face without the slightest powder. Pure, youthful, clean and beautiful, it is desirable.

Unconsciously, his cold lips moved forward, and Xiang Mankui slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss to fall.

The moment they were about to touch each other, An Chuxia's face suddenly changed back to Xiang Mankui's. He frowned, unable to hold back his strength, tilted his head, and a cold kiss fell on Xiang Mankui's neck.