Jiang Weicheng:......

She glanced at him sideways: "What does it have to do with whether you want to study abroad or not?"

She had just gotten off work, her face was still wearing makeup, and her lips were bright red. He couldn't help but press it on her lips. When the lipstick was spread by him, he leaned over and kissed her, eating up all her lipstick in one bite.

The boy's kisses were getting stickier and sweeter day by day. Even if he was just kissing her like this, his beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with seductive fire.

"I don't care..." He bit her lip gently, "Anyway, as long as I go back to the apartment in the future, you have to let me sleep with you. Besides, is there anything about you that I haven't seen before?"

As he spoke, he became more and more exaggerated, "Chengcheng, I miss you little Chengcheng. I want to kiss you again tonight..."

Jiang Weicheng:......

Can you... speak human language?

In fact, in Huo Xichen's plan, it was pretty good that she could nod him to enter the room.

Although he said it too much, most of what he was thinking about at that time was that in the cold winter, he hugged her in the warm bed and the two of them watched a movie that everyone liked together.

Maybe, he couldn't help but kiss her, and she would blush and let him kiss her. But even if it was the end of imagination, it was just what he said, take a look, touch again, and finally kiss...

Perhaps, she would also say hello to Xiao Chenchen with her hands.

She had helped him with her hands before when he couldn't stand her clinging to her. Just like that, he felt extremely comfortable...

Therefore, for the time being, his imagination can only go so far, and he feels that he is really not greedy.

However, what a nineteen-year-old boy thinks and says, what he says and what he does are basically inconsistent.

The movie was still playing in the softly dimly lit room, but the people who originally wanted to watch the movie had no time to be distracted.

At a certain moment, when the real feeling came to him, he still couldn't believe that she didn't push him away today, but just indulged him and broke through the final door.

This year, Huo Xichen was nineteen years old. He was good at painting and playing basketball. He had been on the court continuously for three-quarters of the time and scored nearly forty points by himself. This was the energy of a boy.

The most vigorous age.

The first time, because he was too excited and inexperienced, it was a complete accident for him. However, he really couldn't forget the shock on her face at that moment.

The person who just a second ago had a look of astonishment on his face because of his wandering consciousness, and she was also the woman he loved most, which was really disturbing.

The inexplicable thing is that there is no way to communicate with anyone about this accident.

He digested it silently for a long time.

The only thing he can do is to prove himself, replace her old memories with new memories, let her forget them, and let her recall the scenes with him again, leaving only his true strength.

But probably because he wanted to prove himself too much, this time, Jiang Weicheng almost died from the beginning.

Only when she really felt it did she understand what was going on when he said the size didn't fit.

The boy was always considerate and gentle. He was almost obedient to her. He always looked at her with soft and innocent eyes. When she said something, he immediately obeyed her.

However, this case is not included.

The boys in this situation were all lunatics. Their eyes were red, they were breathing hard, sweat was falling from their fair and smooth forehead, and they were gritting their teeth, as if they were engaged in a fight with no way out.

She thought of the scene in the movie just now. On the screen, the beast was fighting for territory and marking its ownership. Even though the beast was just a small beast, it still had a savagery that made people tremble and couldn't ignore it.

The beast is in a desperate situation and cannot help it. It cannot stop or retreat. One step back will lead to death. So it can only grit its teeth and move forward. Only by moving forward can every step be paradise. That kind of joy is something I have never experienced in this life.

Had a great time.

Even if you are going to die in the next second, you must move forward, break through, and collide until the end...

The scenes in the movie are still going on, and the battle has just begun and is far from over.

Jiang Weicheng trembled, shaking violently, his voice was quickly swallowed up, and he could barely maintain his breathing by relying on the breath coming from him.

The sound in her voice was unfamiliar and depressing. She didn't want to hit him, so she tried her best to swallow the pain and sobbed slightly, but in his ears it was like oil poured on a fire.

In an instant, in the movie screen, the battle line was out of control.

Retreat, advance... There is no plan, everything is driven by instinct. Every retreat is for a deeper attack, fast, like the beating of war drums, blocking life...

She didn't know how long it had been, and she had lost the concept of the flow of time. The only thing she could feel was the heat of the Lord, intimate and long, accompanied by his voice that fell in her ear from time to time: "I'm sorry, I can't control it, I'm sorry."

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The thin sound of his breath was all due to his guilt.

She gently hugged him with her trembling fingertips, and then tightened her little by little.

"It's okay..." She heard her own voice, which had a sticky sweetness and was too sweet to sound like she would make. "It's okay... I'm fine... I like it very much... I like Xiaochen like this."

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The voice was soft and soft, with a low breath. He couldn't hear it, and every time he heard another word, he went crazy again.

"Don't..." He blocked her voice with his lips in panic, "Don't talk to me like this, I'm afraid you will be...I can't control you..."

With great difficulty and with all his strength, he was able to recover a little.

But when I heard her voice, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

He gritted his teeth, his forehead and arms were bruised, and even the ends of his eyes were red. He looked extremely pitiful.

She stroked the back of his head, put the voice against her ear, and at the increasingly finer frequency, she spoke hoarsely: "Then don't control it..."

The boy's eyes instantly turned dark.

In a word, change to a subversion.

The movie was still playing, and after it automatically ended, it started playing the next one automatically. The sound was mixed and indistinguishable. It seemed like someone was crying. It was mixed with other regular and rapid background sounds. It was hard to hear clearly, and it seemed to be intermittent.
Chapter completed!