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Shang Qinghui, who was held by hand, was startled, and looked at her eagerly, not quite understanding the meaning of Bian Yingning's words.

Did she start to dislike her as soon as she established a relationship with her?

"No." Shang Qinghui pouted, and threw out the words with a fierce look.

She also didn't have the opportunity to spoil the scenery.

Obviously the one whose face was touched was not herself, but Shang Qinghui's appearance was much more awkward than Bian Yingning's.

"Heh." Bian Yingning chuckled, grabbed her hand and brought it to her mouth, and took a bite moderately.

"Hmm..." The person who was bitten couldn't help but let out a groan of surprise, trying to retract his hand but was caught firmly.

Bian Yingning leaned over, and approached Shang Qinghui a little bit along the edge of the small table: "How do I see that you are quite a spoiler?"

She approached so maliciously, Shang Qinghui subconsciously leaned back: "That's your problem." She said firmly.

"My question?" Bian Yingning seemed to be thinking about this sentence.

Bian Yingning leaned forward, Shang Qinghui leaned back, one approached step by step, and the other retreated little by little.

Shang Qinghui's waist strength is very good, even when her waist keeps bending back into a posture that ordinary people will definitely not be able to support and is about to lie down because she wants to stay away from Bian Yingning's gradually approaching body, she is still tight.

Bian Yingning held her hand in his palm.

The feeling of being bitten by her on it still lingers.

Even though it was the bone of her hand that was bitten, she felt that her palm was itchy and numb.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer.

Looking at Bian Yingning's ever-enlarged face, Shang Qinghui pressed her lips tightly.

Her sofa is the kind of lazy sofa that lays directly on the floor, behind it is a soft and extremely elastic large-area backrest.

"You...you want to do it so close...ah——"

Shang Qinghui suddenly let out a scream before finishing his questioning, and sank into the sofa.

Bian Yingning, who was lying on Shang Qinghui's body directly, scratched her head in embarrassment, and groped to get up.

"Don't blame me, your floor is too slippery, a little slippery..."

Kind of embarrassing.

Originally, she was gradually approaching full of "oppressive feeling", forcing Shang Qinghui to lean back, but she didn't expect that she didn't lie down because she leaned too much, but she couldn't stabilize her figure because she leaned forward too much.

Everything happened so quickly, there was no time to react in the blink of an eye, Bian Yingning rushed forward and overwhelmed Shang Qinghui.

Bian Yingning supported the floor and leaned over a little bit, condescendingly looking at Shang Qingfen, who looked extraordinarily fair and delicate in the plush gray sofa.

Suddenly, she didn't want to get up so fast.

"What are you looking at, get up!" Shang Qinghui tapped Bian Yingning with her small fist.

Bian Yingning turned her head to look at her, and suddenly said something incoherent: "You are my girlfriend now, right?"

Shang Qinghui's already pink face turned even redder at what she said.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shang Qinghui said seriously with a face as red as a monkey's butt.

Bian Ying's heart sank: "?"

How could it be a lie? How long has it been since she planned to deny it?

Before Bian Yingning's heart sank to the bottom, she heard Shang Qinghui say with a slightly smug expression on her chin: "You are my girlfriend, you said that you only belong to me."

This feeling was like riding a roller coaster that she had never dared to ride before, Bian Yingning smiled, annoyed.

He lowered his head with a smile and pinched Shang Qinghui's face with his tiger's mouth with one hand, then bit it viciously.

"Ah, bastard, get the hell out of here!"

Of course, Shang Qinghui was dissatisfied with being "humiliated" by being crushed under him, and struggled in various ways on the soft sofa.

It's a pity that Bian Yingning used her body to hold her down, she was like a kitten being pinned down on the ground, she could only let people bury her face on her belly, all kinds of rua.

When Bian Yingning opened his mouth, Shang Qinghui's face was flushed with crystal water.

Shang Qing's fennel could hang many oil bottles, she gritted her teeth and shouted vigorously: "Bian, Ying, Ning!"

It's a pity that Bian Yingning would not give in even if she bared her teeth and grinned like this at this moment.

"Do you think it's fun to talk out of breath?"

Bian Yingning raised a frank smile.

At this moment, Shang Qinghui, whose hands were pressed by Bian Yingning on both sides of his head, suddenly felt powerless to resist, and a sense of crisis that was about to be eaten up and wiped out suddenly emerged.

A man can bend and stretch, let alone her.

"What a big gasp, I just said that I stopped when I was tired."

Yes, she was like this just now, and she didn't mean it. If she was frightened because of her words, it was her problem.

Bian Yingning was not afraid of her stubbornness: "Is the door locked?"

When she said that, Shang Qinghui naturally shifted his gaze to the door.

It seems that it was unlocked just now?

"It's better to lock it, right?" Shang Qinghui only heard Bian Yingning say this.

The next moment, her lips became hot, and a red lip that still smelled of mellow black tea touched her.

The breath is intertwined, the sweet black tea and the bitter coffee are intertwined, the soft but powerful tongue opens the lips, rushing in without hesitation.

Like an ignorant child, but also like a seasoned general.

Knocking ignorantly on the tightly closed white teeth, when the white teeth show a gap, it goes straight to the humid and hot zone, and seizes all the action rights of the other soft tongue deep in the depths.

He sucked it out domineeringly, wrapped his body around it, touched it lightly, slowly wrapped it around, and brought it back to his own territory, making it familiar with his own place.

They didn't let go of each other until the base of their tongues were numb and they were almost out of breath.

Bian Yingning's delicate kisses landed on the corners of Shang Qinghui's mouth, chin, lower jaw... and finally the ears.

When she spoke, there was a hot breeze, like a summer breeze, bringing waves of uncomfortable restlessness: "Do you want to see... what I look like in your clothes?"

Shang Qinghui's eyes had already been tightly closed, and he opened them slowly after hearing her words.

She knows what she looks like in the clothes she herself gives her.

But she couldn't imagine how her clothes would look on Bian Yingning.

want to.

Don't look at it for nothing, it must be what you want.

Shang Qingfen nodded invisibly.

The two bodies were close to each other, sinking into the arms of the sofa together, and the body temperature of the other was continuously transmitted.

It's a strange but comfortable feeling.

Once a person grows up, he seldom has such intimate contact with others.

"Then you take it off yourself?" Bian Yingning whispered in Shang Qinghui's ear with a hoarse voice.

She was too close to Shang Qinghui, so that she couldn't see her skin that was sensitive and granulated because of her talking.

It is very difficult to break free if you are trapped in something too soft and pressed under it.

Just like Shang Qingfen at this time.

She felt that not only her body was being pressed on the sofa, but even her heart seemed to be tightly pinched.

Is she coming...to take off?

Shang Qinghui moved her wrist, and Bian Yingning let go of her hand.

Bian Yingning's head was still buried in her neck, and the tip of her tongue was like a snail's tentacles, touching her earlobe one after another.

Her ear was numb and crisp as if it had been injected with anesthesia.

Shang Qinghui's hands and feet were feeling weak.

Reason told her that she should push Bian Yingning's profuse head away when her hands were free at this moment, but her body and reason seemed to be separated.

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