However, in just a few dozen seconds, Ji Yi's body was completely drained by He Jichen's kiss. He relied on his arms to barely hold himself up from falling to the ground.
He probably felt that he was not enjoying the kiss enough by supporting her body, so he suddenly moved his hand to her waist, and with a slight exertion, he lifted her up into the air. While kissing her, he walked to the gray decorative mirror in the living room. He moved forward, then turned around, pressed her against the cold mirror, squeezed her with the weight of his body, and after making sure that she would not slip down to the ground, he crazily swept her trembling lips again.
As he stroked harder and harder, his hand on the mirror couldn't help but slide down a little bit on the top of her head, along her long hair, landed on her ear, and moved to her slender and fair neck. at.
Her skin was delicate and smooth, which made him fall in love with her and linger on her. While he kissed her harder, his fingertips slid to her collarbone. He repeatedly used his fingertips on her delicate collarbone. After rubbing it for a long time, he slowly moved down and inserted his hand along the collar of her bathrobe.
His fingertips trembled slightly, his breathing became erratic, and even when he kissed her lips, he began to tremble a little.
As his fingertips touched more and more of her skin, his lips finally reluctantly let go of hers, followed her slim chin, and kissed her neck and collarbone. …
The force of his kiss varied from light to heavy, and his teeth would bite her from time to time.
Her skin was several shades paler than ordinary people, and it was so tender that it seemed like water could be squeezed out. With just a little force, he left indelible marks on her body.
After a while, her neck, collarbone, and chest were covered with dense wen marks of varying shades.
Such a scene fell into He Jichen's eyes, stimulating and tempting him more intensely. Based on the desire in his heart, he took off her bathrobe, revealing her perfectly contoured shoulders, and then he couldn't wait to nibble on it. Go up.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she felt a wave of enthusiasm in her body that was raging non-stop. She didn't know how to suppress it. She wanted him to treat her like this, but she was faintly panicking.
His lips were still falling, and when they touched her lower abdomen, her body couldn't help but tighten, and she grabbed the fingertips on his shoulders with even greater strength, maybe because of nervousness, maybe because of feeling helpless.
His fingertips opened the loose belt that fell to her waist.
The bathrobe instantly fell to the floor.
Her straight and slender legs fell into his eyes.
He gasped and his fingers fell on her legs.
She instinctively uttered a vague, soft and mute "Hmm...", then grabbed the fingertips on his shoulders, pinched them deeply into his skin through the bathrobe.