[Full Time] Love Line

"Brother Zheping..."

The girl's voice was as soft as if it had been soaked in water, and her arms that looked like a lotus root were wrapped around her neck coquettishly.

Sun Zheping wanted to explain that she had misidentified the person, he was not Zhang Jiale, but it was his name that came out in the girl's kitten-like voice.

"Zhang Erle is now..."

Not daring to push away the lump of tenderness in his arms, Sun Zheping's body stood stiffly on the spot, letting the girl's fragrant and soft body wrap around him painfully.

"Brother Zheping, I feel so uncomfortable."

Jian Anzhen tried her best to stick her whole body to Sun Zheping's body, her body seemed to be on fire for no reason, it was hot and uncomfortable.

At this moment, the girl had already tried her best to put her small face next to Sun Zheping's cheek, rubbing it delicately and softly, while exhaling like blue, she kept calling the man's name sweetly in the ear.

After all, Sun Zheping was a vigorous man in his early twenties, no matter how straightforward a man was, he really couldn't bear such sweet pestering from a young girl.

Afraid that something irreversible would really happen if this continued, Sun Zheping regained his composure, and hurriedly moved back a little bit to avoid Jian Anzhen's rubbing face, and placed his hands on the girl's slender waist and slightly pushed her away. .

The man's breath was unsteady, "Anzhen, calm down first, I'll call the doctor for you."

"Brother Zheping?"

Sun Zheping's strength can be said to be very small, but Jian Anzhen still clearly felt the man's pushback.

The girl looked at Sun Zheping's direction with wet eyes, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red, "Do you hate An Zhen?"

"No." A trace of forbearance flashed across Sun Zheping's face, and Sun Zheping sighed, "I don't hate you."

"Anzhen feels uncomfortable..."

Seeing that the man no longer refused, Jian Anzhen climbed her whole body tightly again, enveloped by a sweet scent, and her soft voice was like a kitten, "Brother Zheping, don't push me away."

"Let me call the doctor for you first."

It wouldn't be a problem if things continued like this, Sun Zheping was going to use one free hand to reach for the cell phone in his trouser pocket.

"Anzhen doesn't want a doctor..." Jian Anzhen shook her head, and rubbed her small face against the man's neck vigorously.

"Be good, you..."

Qingxiang's soft lips were caught off guard and stuck to his own, and Sun Zheping's words were interrupted.

It seemed that it was because she didn't take the initiative very often, the girl's kiss was very green, and the wet lips were caressing and sucking slightly, with a sticky taste like a spoiled child.

Sun Zheping didn't respond, the current situation should never have happened.

The palm on the girl's waist was hot and slightly damp. The man's fingertips moved, but he still didn't push it away.

"Brother Zheping..."

Jian Anzhen's misty eyes opened slightly, and she lightly bit Sun Zheping's lips with her white teeth, a little dissatisfied with the man's indifference.

Sun Zheping moved his lips, and before he could say anything, the soft tip of the girl's tongue slipped in instantly, and carefully explored the unfamiliar environment like a fish in water.

It was as if there was a tingling electric current flowing down the spine from bottom to top. At such a time, as long as a man is absolutely unable to bear it, Sun Zheping is no exception.

Even if he is a novice, Sun Zheping is definitely not the kind of person who will follow the rhythm of a girl.

Just like his wild fighting style in Glory, what he is best at is violently breaking the rhythm of others, and then forcefully establishing his own fighting rhythm.

Sun Zheping's kiss was menacing, with a pure man's ferocity, he entangled the girl's fragrant and soft tongue forcefully, and explored all the corners of the girl's lips and teeth instead.

All the breath seemed to be grabbed by the man forcefully, Jian Anzhen's originally peaceful breathing gradually became rapid, her chest heaved continuously, as if she couldn't bear such an intense kiss from Sun Zheping.

The whole body gradually became weak, as if longing for something, the girl's hands that were originally around Sun Zheping's neck slipped down his chest with some weakness.

His head was a mess, Sun Zheping almost instinctively wrapped his arms around the girl in his arms, and his entire upper body fell down on the bed following the trend of her slipping.

……

Slapping the water flowing from the faucet on his face vigorously, Sun Zheping looked up at the man in the mirror in front of the sink, his face full of water and expressionless eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.