If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

"Am I, it can be understood as..." Wen Mo, who was speaking, leaned out of the window against the evening wind, the tip of his straight nose was stained with rain, and he tapped her lips, "Are you here?" Hint me, there are flowers that can be broken, huh?"

Zuo Jin was so ashamed that he took a step back from the eaves as the ending was long and tinged with a bit of cold charm, and the torrential rain fell on the top of his head and body.

"That was not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I... I just think Ms. Wen should... want to be coaxed for a while."

"So, nothing else?"

"no!"

The two of you were talking one sentence to another, and just as Zuo Jin finished speaking, the tender-hearted Wen Mo stretched out his long arms, directly piercing through the rain curtain and encircling his waist, bringing him back quickly, and holding him carefully in his arms through the window .

"Ah!" Zuo Jin, who was frightened, let out a soft cry, and put his hands on her shoulders as if looking for a support point.

As soon as he looked up, his slightly parted lips had been sealed, swallowing all his breath.

"Uh...uh...uh"

Fragments of resistance leaked from the gap, and the hand on the shoulder also pushed the person who was in heat at any time.

But at this moment Wen Mo is very domineering, letting her push, just clinging on.Sucking wantonly. Sucking all the sweet rain and dew, like a dying traveler in the desert, looking for a lake to quench his thirst, he is unwilling to retreat no matter what.

The slender hands moved restlessly on the back, focusing on the waist area, drawing circles through the layers of clothing, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, pressing gently, making people softly move closer.

Maybe it was to quench the thirst, and the person softened, hugged the soft and boneless person and rubbed his cheeks, and heard the short panting in the ear, which was soft and warm.

The fragile ears were blown by the scorching hot breath, and the ear canals were even more humming. Countless inexplicable things got into the veins, screaming and galloping, and flowed into the heart, itching and numb.

Boundless dissatisfaction arose in the body, causing Wen Mo to open his mouth to hold the crystal earballs, grinding the white teeth finely, hooking out Zuo Jin and moaning in a low voice.

The head was raised slightly, and the sound stuck in the throat overflowed brokenly, intermittently, with a muffled tone, coupled with that charming expression that pretended to be calm, it attracted people to want to be treated roughly.

Wen Mo, who felt that she was about to lose control, rested her moist and hot lips on her carotid artery, closed her brown eyes to feel the fluctuation of life carefully, and secretly smoothed her heartbeat.

Zuo Jin, whose eyes were dimmed with pink, black eyes filled with mist, his fingertips trembled, and when he wanted to touch the face that was close at hand, he lowered his eyes to see the familiar eyebrows, and then He curled up and didn't move his fingers, but he froze and let her hug and lean on him.

"Tonight, stay with me." Wen Mo rubbed his delicate skin comfortably, the touch was so good that he didn't want to stay away for a moment.

"Inappropriate!" Zuo Jin said the truth softly, endured his dryness and pushed the person away, put on the one-piece rain hat that had been brushed off again, and nodded goodbye to her.

Wen Mo stretched out his hand to grab him, a burst of heat surged in his nostrils, he bent his index finger and wiped it lightly, and the dark red liquid covered the back of his finger.

Looking at the extreme white and red, Wen Mo's face remained the same, and he calmly put his hand into the rain curtain, and it was washed clean in a short while.

Zuo Jin, who was about to go up the stairs, remembered that his towel was still there with her, hesitated for a while, and then retracted the foot he had stepped on.When I turned around, I found that the old man was changing mosquito coils, so I asked for a plate.

There are many mosquitoes in summer, and the mosquitoes in the mountains are even more vicious. Often, a bite is a red mark.During the day, he was bitten on the neck, and it still hasn't gone away.

The mosquito-repellent incense was lit, and the pointy end turned bright red, and a thin puff of smoke wafted away.

Returning to the utility room with the mosquito-repellent incense in hand, I found that this person was still standing in front of the window, looking at the misty rain in the distance.He put down the mosquito coils on an abandoned wooden table, and was about to pick up his own towel and leave, but the person standing by the window turned around and looked.

Wen Mo's eyes fell on the plate of black mosquito coils, and his brown eyes couldn't help being tinged with warmth. Seeing that she was about to leave, as if her heels had gained consciousness of their own, she walked to the door rather roguely, Cleanly insert the hanging bolt.

When he turned around, he slowly approached, and with a hidden smile, he hooked her into his arms, imitating the tune of the ancients in the play: "Lady, let's go to bed!"

"Who wants to sleep with you!" Zuo Jin, who was taken advantage of one after another, was also a little angry in his heart, and couldn't help struggling a little, but was hugged even tighter.

"Why, is there any treasure upstairs?"

The tone was soft and cold, soaked in a strong smell of vinegar, so sour that Zuo Jin's suffocation that had just emerged in his heart disappeared.

The person stopped struggling, and snorted softly, with a hint of arrogance.Pressing the corners of his lips that were involuntarily turned up, he turned his face away from looking at her.

I have already made up my mind that as long as this person does not ask directly, he will not open his mouth to explain.

"Why don't you talk?" Wen Mo squeezed her pretty chin, reluctant to use force, Xu Xu pulled back her sideways face, lowered her head and lightly pecked her tightly closed lips.

Zuo Jin's ears trembled, but he still didn't make a sound.

"Ms. Zuo, you are now a wolf, do you want to be frank and lenient?" Wen Mo didn't care at all about the short-haired girl who had a little impression, but what he cared about was why people were in her room .

Zuo Jin uphold: You can say whatever you want, I will not say anything.

Wen Mo, who couldn't get a response, felt uncomfortable. His eyes fell on the blush on her neck, and many messy images appeared in her mind. She couldn't help but bow her head and take a bite, then another bite...

"Hiss!" The tender flesh on his neck was being chewed, Zuo Jin gasped, "It hurts!"

Together with soft voices, like the spring breeze blowing in March, Wen Mo instantly let go of the cruelty between his lips and teeth, and licked and licked the tender meat that was getting redder and redder.

"Why is there someone else in your room?" Wen Mo was jealous and unhappy. She had never stayed in her room, but others could enter it one after another.

The male friend whose name is also fine; the girl whose name is not known now is also fine.

This time Zuo Jin spoke up, "She used to be a school girl, and now she is also a photographer in the industry. She has known each other for many years and is considered a friend."

Wen Mo squinted his eyes and continued to stare at her for this inadequate explanation.

Zuo Jin continued: "I happened to meet here today, and the rooms were full, and it was rainy and cold, so she showed up in my room."

Wen Mo knew that she was kind-hearted, but still jealous: "Her private life is quite chaotic, and she also harbors lust for you. Ms. Zuo's awareness of prevention needs to be strengthened."

Hearing this, Zuo Jin felt that the person in front of him should be the one he should guard against the most. No one is more rude than her, and she will make a move anytime and anywhere.

For example, right now, while speaking, the person has been led around to the side of the plank bed made of two wooden doors.

The lively and fragrant images automatically came to mind, quietly creating a sense of tension and shame.

"I've explained everything, can I go out now, Ms. Wen?"

The voice was low, with a little vibrato.

"I am not satisfied, the explanation is invalid."

Zuo Jin: "..."

Unexpectedly, this person was playing a rogue directly!

Taking advantage of the moment she was in a daze, Wen Mo bent over and pressed down the corners of his lips, "Our first time was also in a rainy night. After such a long time, it is still vivid in my memory, very vivid."

Behind is a hard wooden board, which is not comfortable at all, while in front of her is a soft and delicate body, contrasting the two sides, she instinctively propped herself up and wanted to get closer.

Halfway through this movement, he stopped suddenly, retracted his head like a little turtle, his face was full of shame, and he was annoyed by his uncontrollable behavior just now.

Annoyed, he struggled up, and the wooden bed made a weird creaking sound, which made him feel even more embarrassing.

The two of them entangled with each other half-pushing, supporting two long wooden benches, and accidentally limped their legs. Immediately afterwards, the bench fell, and the wooden bed also collapsed, and the two of them rolled to the ground.

The hearts of the two who fell to the ground were pounding, and they looked at each other with embarrassment.

The night is quiet, and the slightest sound can be heard far away. The abnormal noise from the utility room shocked the old man at the front desk to check it out, and slammed on the door vigorously outside.

Zuo Jin was so ashamed that he buried his head in the hollow of her neck, his whole body was covered with a beautiful blush.

Wen Mo, who was protecting the man in his arms, had a smile on his face, and responded outwardly: "This bench has suddenly become limped, please replace it with a new one, old man."

"What are you two girls doing? You broke my bench!" Although the old man muttered, he went back to find a long bench and said kindly: "I put it at the door, this one is strong, don't worry Let's move."

In fact, the old man's words don't mean anything else, but to the ears of the two people in the room, each is very guilty.

After the old man's footsteps were far away, Wen Mo unlatched the door bolt and quietly moved the bench into the house.

After this encounter, Wen Mo's bad thoughts of intimacy settled down, and he rebuilt the bed and put on the clean sheets that he brought.Hugging Zuo Jin who was still about to go back upstairs, coaxing softly, a princess carried him back to the newly built wooden bed, and shook off the quilt to cover her body.

Don't let her be in the same room with other people!

On a rainy night in summer, even with the wide open windows closed, the house is still a bit damp and cold.Fortunately, the two people's bodies that are close to each other transmit warmth to each other, and the warmth is also flowing under the thin quilt.

At first, Zuo Jin's body was still tense, but seeing that Wen Mo did not make any other irritating movements, he slowly relaxed, and his heartbeat was the same as the one coming from behind.

The same fluctuating frequency is amazing!

Wen Mo, who was hugging her behind him, tightened his arms a little, and said, "I don't know why, I suddenly want to hear about Ms. Zuo's past."

"What do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear everything, I want to know every bit of life." Wen Mo closed his eyes, his nose fluttered slightly, every breath was tainted with Zuo Jin's scent.

Zuo Jin, who couldn't fall asleep for a while, thought about it and then responded, speaking softly and slowly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

Part of Zuo Jin's past:

My first memory was in the orphanage. As for who my parents were, I don't know whether they were alive or dead.

I heard from the dean that I was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage. I hadn’t learned to walk at that time, so my family members probably didn’t want me anymore. Therefore, when I grew up, I didn’t have the thought of looking for my family members.

I was adopted once before I remember, but not long after, the family had their own baby and sent me back. Since then, the dean has cherished me and cared for me personally.

When I was five years old, a jeweled woman came to the courtyard. She was the second person to adopt me.It's just that no one expected that such an elegant-looking person would have child abuse.

The nanny of her family took me very seriously, and it was only after a year that I found an opportunity to escape.I still remember that in the vast crowd, I didn't know where to go, and I couldn't find the way back to the orphanage. At that time, I cried very sadly.

Later, I met a family of three, and my father held a little one in his arms. She looked at me and begged the parents to help me find the way back to the orphanage.

Because, the memory is too vague, and I don't remember what this family of three looks like, but vaguely, I feel... I think it has some resemblance to your face.

The author has something to say:

Following the new article: [Don't run!take a breath]

Copywriter:

You Yaoyao transmigrated into a blood clan novel and became cannon fodder that was just hunted down by a ghost hunter.

The blood of cannon fodder is systematically blessed, becoming an existence coveted by all species.

On the way to escape, he picked up Yuanzhen's wife, an unattainable beauty, and wanted to rape her all the time, but was kicked away, so he had to calm down for the time being.

The mutation of blood makes You Yaoyao look like a walking universal blood bag. Wherever he goes, he will be chased and shouted: Don't run, take a sip!

Originally thought that the cheap daughter-in-law would protect her, but who would have thought that, under the aloofness, she is a stern, only thinking about killing demons and defending the way, and even cut her wrists and let blood to save others.

You Yaoyao groaned in pain, and had to do the tasks given by the system to escape, and was miserably abused by the hero and heroine of the original text. All races and blood races wanted to hug her and suck her.

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small theater:

Xi Ying poked her heart: "Are you still running? Isn't it safe to stay by my side?"

You Yaoyao: "Hey, I'm already lying down, let's see how my wife behaves——please suck!"