Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Really? Are you really not angry with me?"

"Well, not angry, not angry..."

His hard chin rested against her shoulders, his ears rubbed her ears lightly, and his thin hot lips kissed her white neck and shoulders lightly.

"Jun Moyan, I miss you so much, I think you think about being unable to sleep, eating, thinking about you crying..." Wen Xiaoai became more uncomfortable as he said, and his tears kept dropping.

Jun Moyan let go of the hands holding her body, he backed away a little distance from her, and then put his hands on her small face, kissed her forehead lightly, and lowered his head to kiss the tip of her nose. , Speaking softly:

"I miss you too……"

He thought she was going crazy.

Wen Xiaoai raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face, choked a few times, and then put his arms around Jun Moyan's neck and pouted his lips and kissed him.

"Jun Moyan, I'm not a princess anymore, I don't want anything, I will be with you..."

Jun Moyan held her small face, held her neck with one hand, and rained dense kisses on her face.

"I don't want anything, I need you..."

He murmured while kissing her face.

He was like finding a lost and regained baby. At this moment, the pain of these days of lovesickness finally got the complaint, so he kissed her again and again.

The urge of alcohol made him unable to control his behavior at all, or he just wanted to go as he pleased.

The hot kiss fell on her lips, and he opened his mouth to bite her lips, savoring, sucking, lingering and grinding.

The slender fingers plunged into her long hair.

The salty and sweet taste of tears mixed with the aroma of wine, he was getting drunk, but he knew exactly what he was doing at the moment.

Wen Xiaoai was able to respond to him at first, but when Jun Moyan's tongue pried away her teeth and the tip of her tongue touched her uvula, Wen Xiaoai didn't know what to do.

The same as the last time he was drunk.

Only when he was drunk would he kiss her like this.

Wen Xiaoai's cheeks began to flush, not only because of lack of oxygen because of not being able to ventilate, but also because of the shameful kiss of the two.

"Well……"

Wen Xiaoai couldn't help groaning*, feeling that the blood all over his body was flowing back, his brain was hot, his eyes gradually became blurred, and his mouth was full of the smell of Jun Mo Yan and wine.

"Jun Mo...well..."

He kissed more and more fiercely and fiercely, wishing to swallow her into his stomach.

Wen Xiaoai was kissed so badly, a pair of small hands rested weakly on his firm chest, trying to push but no strength.

His breathing was messy and heavy, and his big hands were also restless on her.

Finally when Wen Xiaoai was about to suffocate, he let go of her and kissed the corner of her mouth instead.

Wen Xiaoai panted, and all the heat exhaled from his small mouth sprayed on Jun Moyan's face, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Before she could rest enough, Jun Moyan's kiss struck again.

Wen Xiaoai couldn't stand it. Although she liked Jun Mo Yan to kiss her, it was a bit too uncomfortable.

So she spoke out and said softly:

"Jun Moyan, it's cold on the ground..."

The next moment, before Wen Xiaoai could react, Jun Moyan suddenly hugged her and got up. The sudden rise caused Wen Xiaoai to reflexively stretch out his arm and hook his neck.

Jun Moyan hugged her and walked straight to the bed.

Because of his drunkenness, his steps were a bit unstable, but he hugged her tightly.

As soon as Wen Xiaoai touched the bed, Jun Moyan's body was covered.

What followed was his terrifying kiss.