The moon and people are still + extra

didn't expect her

I looked at her, speechless for a long time.

Be confident.She looked at me, smiled, seemed to understand what I was thinking, touched my head, and said: I love you very much.

His heart skipped a beat suddenly, staring at her crooked eyes, his heart was suddenly confused. This should be a very complicated story, and their emotions and pain should be included in the story.

Did her parents quarrel with her, were they unhappy.

But she didn't say anything, just told me the result lightly.

I grabbed her hand and asked in a low voice: Are you crying?

She smiled slightly and shook her head, but she seemed to comfort me: It's all right.

I looked into her eyes, and knelt down in front of her, wanting to feel pity for her, and want to love her even more. I held her face in both hands, watched quietly, looked at her eyebrows, looked at her nose, looked at her Look into her eyes, then look at her lips.

Her lips moved, and her soft voice came from the air: What's wrong, she looks so wronged.

I said: I wronged you.

I wronged you, Jing Yi.

Before she could reply, I cupped her face and kissed her. I chewed up the kiss and gave her all the tenderness I could. I tasted her upper lip and lower lip bit by bit, sticking out the tip of my tongue. Mix with hers.

I was not in a hurry, she also came slowly with me, and the circles of paintings were drawn on the side of my tongue and also in my heart.

From the tip of the tongue to the edge of the lips, and then slowly to the chin, I put my legs on both sides of her body and pressed her on the sofa.

The person under me, I want to kiss her well, little by little, I want to kiss her all over her body.

The background sound was getting farther and farther away, so far away that it could be ignored. I lowered my head and bit her collarbone, and heard her softly hum, right next to my ear.

I lightened my strength and reached out to unbutton her shirt one by one.

When I was here, I was still nervous. After all, this was Jing Yi's first time. Even though I had learned a lot from places where she couldn't see, I still felt uneasy.

Fortunately, this emotion gradually disappeared in the ensuing atmosphere.

The air became sticky, the temperature rose little by little, and delicate and pleasant voices continued to come.

At the last moment, her hand wrapped around my arm, suddenly pressed me down, and bit my shoulder hard.

Time seemed to pause at that moment, I couldn't describe whether the pain on my shoulder was excitement or something else, I just knew that I should hug her tightly at this moment.

After a few seconds, she slowly loosened her teeth, kissed the impression just now, and lay down in a relaxed position.

The whole body became quiet, the variety show on TV was no longer broadcast, and it was replaced by a certain commercial.

I leaned against her head and looked at her, and she also looked at me, her eyes moved from side to side, perhaps because they were still a little watery just now.

After looking at me for a while, she smiled at me.

A very light smile, like a breeze blowing, around her eyelashes, around her hair, and stay on my lips.

Because of this laugh, my heart completely recovered.

Like she usually touches my hair, I reached out to touch her hair, bowed my head and kissed her, delicately.

After she recovered, she unceremoniously took me back to her room and pressed me on the bed.

We came twice on the bed, and she said I like the bay window, so I came once on the bay window, and once again in the bathroom when I took a shower.

In fact, it was crazy. This night, I was so exhausted that I could even breathe clearly.

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☆、Chapter 60

I thought that I would fall asleep soon after this madness, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway. Jing Yi, like me, didn't feel sleepy at all.

I lay my pillow on her arm, play with her fingers in her arms, and she play with my hair.

The air was deadly still, so quiet that I couldn't help but speak out of breath.

I called her: Jing Yi.

She hummed: what's wrong?

I'm still: Jing Yi.

Her: Well.

Me: Jing Yi.

She smiled and stopped talking.

I asked: How many days have you been fighting with your parents?

After hearing this, she suddenly held my hand, grabbed my index finger, and rubbed it a few times: about two days.

I asked: are you sad?

She said: It's okay.

Later, I forced her to tell the story in a question-and-answer manner. Her tone was still calm, and she even weakened some scenes, making me feel that she and her parents were just ordinary conversations, but even so, I'm still terrified.

She said her mother held her and the two cried on and off for nearly an hour.

I have never seen Jing Yi cry. In my eyes, she has always been a very strong person, neither showing anger nor sadness.

At that time, her heart must have been very painful.

I sniffed and heard her laugh.

Why are you crying? Jing Yi stopped her narration, held my chin, lifted my face, looked at me with a smile, and asked again: What are you crying, fool.

I licked my lips, raised my eyes to look at her, held back my choked voice, and asked: Then?