Su Zhi leaned down and wrapped her in his arms. The man and woman pressed her down, face to face, lips close to each other, and his breath was like a lan: "How can a girl take the initiative in this kind of thing? Of course, I'm here, thank you for your hard work for the princess."

Youmeng looked up at him shyly, feeling funny. Seeing what she said, she just wanted to kiss him a little and give him a candy. How could she have any hard work?

Her heart felt as if he had heard it. He bullied her with that evil smile and held her lips tightly. She instinctively opened her mouth to respond to him. She had a weak sense of security and couldn't help but hold her hands on his waist. His tight waist was strong and powerful, with the most suitable essence of men, and even sexy.

Her beautiful tenderness made his body tremble slightly. She seemed to learn to explore his sensitive belt as well.

In the past two months, under the alternating "training" of Yuan and Zhi, she has been practicing from a novices who can't even breathe when kissing, and has been able to make the man who kisses him feel very comfortable.

It has to be said that she does have extraordinary talent in understanding love affairs between men and women.

But for a man who loves her, his mood is very complicated. He likes to be pleased by her like this, and is afraid that she can know too much, but he uses it to others.

He felt uncomfortable for no reason, so he hugged her face and kissed her deeply, his lips and tongue twisted her wildly like fire. He had tried his best to slow down and soften himself, not as wild as Yuan, but he couldn't help but exert force as he kissed her. He wanted to eat her, but there was no way. Once he was intimate with her, he would easily lose control.

It was not the first time Youmeng had seen Su Zhi's domineering face, and it was not that surprising. At this moment, her body was soft and leaning in his arms weakly. The hand holding his waist slowly tightened, and she grabbed his clothes little by little.

The unrestrained kiss could not tell who was more greedy. She heard his heavier breathing and felt his arms burning like fire.

Su Zhi's desire was awakened, and he remembered the lingering night in Laojun's landscape pavilion. He used his identity as Yuan to indulge in love with her, and now he wanted to relive the old dream with her.

His hand slid down, hugged her slender waist, and kissed her neck obsessively and stickyly. It was very light, soft, and ambiguous, like a light feather passing by. She couldn't help but whisper coquettishly. He heard the smell of resistance, so he had to forcefully stop the impulse in his heart, and his lips did not go down any further.

Back between her lips, after another long period of grinding, he slowly let go of her, but his fingers remained reluctantly on her lips.

Youmeng opened her eyes and looked at him. Her breathing was a little rapid, her chest was undulating, and the shy spring feeling spread, making the rouge on her face look even better.

Su Zhi's fingertips were gentle and stroking her lips ambiguously. He could only say with a hint of reluctance: "It's a little swollen."

Youmeng was so depressed that she was full of grievances in her eyes: Isn’t it all you hurt? When did you... not swollen after kissing you?

"If you want to kiss me in the future, don't hold it in your mouth." He stared at her drowningly, his eyes filled with affection, "I will feel distressed if I hold it in a bad mood."

He was really calm. He could say such stingy words without changing his expression, and even revealed his inexplicable domineering behavior.

Youmeng was so cute that he was so sweet that he felt so sweet in his heart, but he couldn't help laughing and pursed his mouth and shouted at him: "I'm ashamed."
Chapter completed!