Jiang Li'an's lips felt numb at the touch. He turned his head, but he forcibly grabbed his chin and pushed his head away. The hand on his lips didn't stay too long.

When Shen Qingzhuo leaned over, his voice was low: "Don't refuse."

Three words hit my ears and my heart.

Like the ambiguity fermenting silently in the silent night, it ignited all the restlessness.

His finger bones are thin and long, clean and sexy.

She frowned and stared at him with angry and aggrieved eyes. She was so angry that she opened her mouth to bite his hand!

The boy hissed softly, the sound of his breath appealing. There was a very obvious bite mark on the second knuckle of the index finger of his left hand, and blood oozed from it.

He stared at it, then looked at Jiang Li'an, pinched her chin, looked at the teeth, and commented with a meaningful click: "The teeth are really sharp."

Jiang Li'an wiped his lips, not daring to look at the color of the water on his hands. His eyelashes trembled and his eyes wandered.

A low laugh fell.

It seems to be overflowing from the depths of the throat.

"Why don't you keep your teeth closed?" Shen Qingzhuo patted her face, carelessly and intimately, and pinched her red earlobe.

Jiang Li'an avoided his hand, and he pressed the back of her neck in a very controlling manner, like a wolf holding down a rabbit. He just let her sit here, holding her waist with one hand, and the warmth of his breath fell on her neck.

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Jiang Li'an raised his head slightly, wrapped his fingers around his shoulders, and his eyes were watery.

Shen Qingzhuo raised his hand to unbutton her windbreaker, starting from the top one. His movements were like slow motion in a movie. Every minute and every second of suffering brought ambiguity and tension to the extreme. His eyes were always fixed on her.

, not moved more than half a minute.

Jiang Li'an's face was red, his breath was unsteady, his lower back was pressed against the cold and cold cabinet shelf, and he held down his hand.

Shen Qingzhuo broke away without much force. The curves of the knuckles on her fingers were cool and sexy, and the black mole on her cold white wrist was also a bit burning. She continued to untie her windbreaker.

There were only a few buttons in total, all of them were unbuttoned.

The windbreaker was messy and wrinkled, and it was open, revealing the white suspender skirt underneath. The thin and pure white outlines the girl's beautiful and youthful curves.

From the two collarbones that can be seen at a glance to the full waist, the length of the suspender skirt covers half of the thighs, and the legs are fair and beautiful. This hazy, half-covered picture is the most attractive.

She had just finished taking a shower, and there was still water mist on her skin, which slightly wetted her white suspender skirt. Her long hair was spread behind her back, and her body was filled with the fragrance of shower gel.

"Not wearing a bra?"

Shen Qingzhuo lowered his gaze and looked at her body from top to bottom. Through the thin white skirt, he could clearly see the curves rising and falling with her breathing. His eyes were slightly focused and he looked away. His voice was hoarse and filled with fierceness.

"...Hmm." Her voice was so soft and trembling that it was almost inaudible.

The boy pulled her hand, his movements careless and ruthless. The windbreaker was already draped precariously on her body, but now it fell directly to the ground!

He laughed: "It's really cool to dress like this to visit your neighbors."

Those eyes stared at her in the darkness like cold electricity, extremely obscure, and lit with fire, like punishment.
Chapter completed!