Be a gold finger for the actress' rival in love GL

Song Jianzhi turned her face sideways, her cheeks were like peach petals on a branch in spring, shy and tender.

Ming Xu's shallow breathing suddenly became short of breath, and she looked at Song Jianzhi with radiant eyes.

Her moon has finally risen, and the bright moonlight is wantonly splashed on the gentle lake.

Ming Xu's voice was very soft, as if afraid of waking up this sweet dream:

"just--"

Was it my own illusion just now? In fact, Song Jianzhi just got closer. The short-term intimacy was just his own imagination, just the sultry night, just the confusion of love.

Song Jianzhi didn't speak, her ears were like red jade, her snow-white swan neck was filled with peach blossom color, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was shy everywhere.

Ming Xu looked at Song Jianzhi who was unwilling to turn his head away, and his mouthpiece seemed to have honey in it, and it seemed to have swallowed wine.

The whole body is hot, the mind is faint, and the sweetness is full.

The feeling of being favored by this person was too surprising and sweet, and the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.

But how could it be enough before.

She wants more.

Song Jianzhi should give her more.

Ming Xu's bright eyes stared at Song Jianzhi, she held her fingers on the back of the chair restrainedly, her fingertips were tense, trying to control the urge to hug her.

"Can I continue to be angry?"

"Ok?"

Song Jianzhi turned back a little bit, as if a little surprised that her plan had failed, then she puffed her mouth slightly, and looked at Ming Xu eagerly:

"No, don't be angry with me."

"I really won't."

Ming Xu remained unmoved, and said, "I still want to be angry."

Song Jianzhi was a little anxious, his eyes turned red, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Ming Xu looked at her, pitiful and cute, unbelievably soft, her heart turned into a fudge roasted on the fire, and the whole body turned into hot sugar juice.

"I'm mad, can you kiss me again?"

Song Jianzhi was stunned for a moment, and then the blush that had just subsided crept up his face again, "You're like this again!"

Why is this person always playing tricks in different ways?

Ming Xu looked at her with a smile, and simply squatted down and lay down on Song Jianzhi's knees. Her back heels stood on tiptoe, her body center of gravity leaned forward, her waist was slung, and the soft and smooth fabric collapsed at her waist.

Song Jianzhi put his hands on his sides helplessly, and looked down at the beauty snake on his lap.

Ming Xu felt Song Jianzhi's body temperature through the thin fabric. She rested her chin on the back of her hand, looked up at Song Jianzhi, and said in a coaxing voice:

"Want to kiss me again?"

Song Jianzhi was on top, and Ming Xu was only lying on her lap. Under her begging and charming posture, the hunter's plot and the snake girl's appetite were hidden.

Song Jianzhi looked over, her eyelashes drooping down, like butterfly wings hanging on a flower stamen, with a light and fragile beauty.

It arouses the desire of carnivorous animals even more.

Ming Xu waited quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Song Jianzhi stretched out his hand and hooked Ming Xu's chin, as if he wanted to make the person on his lap more intimate.

Ming Xu obediently adjusted with her strength, his eyes were shattered.

On the contrary, Song Jianzhi was embarrassed, she turned to caress Ming Xu's side face, stretched out her other hand, and gently brushed a strand of Ming Xu's hair away from her neck.

Under his finger is Ming Xu's warm skin, his beating pulse, the blood vessels are bright red and sweet liquid, and the surface is a layer of firm and fair beauty skin.

Going down, the skin will become hotter and smoother——

Song Jianzhi snapped back to his senses, and withdrew his hand as if touched by fire.

Ming Xu held her hand before she slipped away completely.

"kiss Me."

Ming Xu half invited, half ordered.

Not to be refused.

Obey the mind, obey the Ming Xu.Song Jianzhi kissed her as she wished.

Ming Xu never closed his eyes, watching Song Jianzhi approaching intently.The two were getting closer, Song Jianzhi couldn't hide the shyness and nervousness of being watched by Ming Xu, and closed his eyes.

When the two touched each other, Song Jian Zhi was a little dizzy, and Ming Xu laughed softly, saying vaguely:

"Little fool, I'm not even allowed to kiss you."

Before Song Jianzhi could react, she sensed that Ming Xu's face was tilted, and the two lips touched one place, and then blended with each other.

Only then did Song Jianzhi realize that what he kissed just now seemed to be the corner of Ming Xu's lips.

After all, it was Ming Xu who kissed himself.

There was a voice in Song Jianzhi's heart that mumbled softly, the voice was louder than the sound of a flower blooming, but it was full of sweet nectar, and the flower branches swayed, sweet and joyful.

Another piece of fudge in the fire.

The fudge is getting softer and softer under the rising heat, the air is tainted with sweetness, and the tip of the tongue is a mouthful of candy.

The skin under his hands was getting hotter and hotter, and the people on his body were getting softer and softer. Ming Xu stretched out his hand to put on Fudge's waist, and his long curly hair scratched beside his face, like the softest curtain, covering the movements of the two of them. .

All I could hear were a few whimpers overflowing from between my lips and teeth, and the sound of water breaking.

Not only is there water there.

Ming Xu keenly sensed Song Jianzhi's subtle actions.

She retracted the snake letter and withdrew temporarily, rubbing her lips against the corner of Song Jianzhi's lips and said:

"Are your legs numb?"

There is a hidden smile in the eyes, which is meaningful.

The tip of Song Jianzhi's tongue was numb, and her mind hadn't fully figured out what this sentence meant. Her body continued in the previous state, and she was gently rubbing against her legs.

She subconsciously repeated: "Numb legs? No numbness—" Before she finished speaking, she stopped abruptly, "Ming Xu, you——!"

The tone was shy and angry, and his face was as red as the sunset in the clouds, spreading wantonly.

The water is full of light, delicate and tender.

Ming Xu gently comforted the kitten back before it got angry.

She stood up with Song Jianzhi, put her arms around her waist and whispered, "If your legs are weak, you can lean on me."

The lips are soft, the waist is soft, and the legs are soft.

The air is wet, the eyes are wet, and—

Unknown whose calf was the cause, the two of them couldn't stand upright, fell backwards, and were caught upright by the bed.

Song Jianzhi's long hair spread out on the bed, like a fully bloomed flower, the petals stretched wantonly, and the ends of the hair were tangled.

Ming Xu picked up a strand, hooked it between his fingertips and stroked it lightly, and finally sent it to his lips for a kiss.

Song Jianzhi propped herself up, the petals formed a bunch behind her, she reached out to grab the lock of hair in Ming Xu's hand:

"I should go back."

His eyes dodged, not looking into Ming Xu's eyes.

Ming Xu hooked her finger and kept on entwining his long hair between their fingers, rubbing against each other.

The hair brought a rough touch, and flowed into the body along the nerve endings. Ming Xu made a clever effort, and his fingers penetrated into her.

Ten fingers intertwined, black silk lingering between their hands like love silk.

Ming Xu's long, slender fingers bent down and stroked gently on the back of Song Jianzhi's hand. The nails were hard, and the touch was obvious, and the itching gradually arose.

Seeing that Zhizhi's waist softened, Song was about to withdraw her hand.

Ming Xu didn't follow him, he turned back and threw Song Jianzhi into his arms.

She carefully looked at Song Jianzhi's beautifully made nails, and said in a low voice:

"Cut your nails later."

"Kittens need to cut their nails, and they will scratch their owners."

The author has something to say: About why the author is not in the driver's seat

What's on the author's mind: 100

Writer can write: 70-90

Jinjiang permission to write: 001

The author is also very bitter. Every day, in order not to be locked in the text, he loses his hair like crazy. It takes an afternoon to write a chapter. I wrote this chapter for more than three hours. I am really lost qaq

There may be a second update later, and I won’t update it if I can’t finish it. I will make it up tomorrow.

Why is sister Mingxu a snake girl? As we all know, snakes are very innocent creatures.

By the way, let me summarize the common reactions of readers in the comment area when they eat sugar:

1 was directly fainted by sweetness, and could only shout out: so sweet, so sweet woo woo woo

2 Groundhog Reader: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

3 Song San fans, no matter what the author wrote, Song San is cute and it’s over

Thank you cuties, I bald Song San, and give each cutie a ball of cat hair