He finally couldn't control himself, hugged her fingertips, and couldn't help but began to touch her waist through her clothes.
She shivered, just like her reaction that night four years ago when he put his fingertips on her erect neck and slowly rubbed it.
His thoughts were blocked by her reaction. He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality. He only knew that such a gentle touch could not satisfy him at all. He needed more.
As the thoughts flashed through his mind, his hand moved up her clothes and landed on her breasts.
She seemed to be struggling, but she didn't seem to be. His mind was filled with the urge to want her, so he didn't pay too much attention to whether she resisted him. He just followed his own urgency and inserted his hand into her. In clothes.
Just like that night that year, her skin felt extremely soft, attracting him to sink in endlessly. The force he rubbed her skin couldn't help but become heavier, and his breathing became faster and slower. Before she could react, his lips landed on her temples, moved along her smooth and full forehead, to her beautiful eyebrows, straight nose, and then touched her lips.
He didn't dare to use force, for fear that it would be an illusion. He rubbed very lightly, and strong currents swept through him. Just when he was about to kiss her harder, she suddenly turned away and hid. Opened the corners of his lips.
He couldn't think about it at all. Such a scene really shouldn't exist in a dream. He suddenly turned over and pressed heavily on her body. Then he lowered his head and blocked her lips with force again.
He kissed her passionately and anxiously. His hands slid to her collar and began to unbutton her clothes.
She stretched out her hand, trying to stop him in every possible way, but her strength could not match his. He easily avoided her wrist and speeded up the action of unbuttoning the button.
She struggled harder, her legs began to kick up, and her head shook wildly, making his kiss in vain.
Was she always running away from him like this in her dreams
He Jichen's heart suddenly felt painful and angry. He gave up the remaining buttons and grabbed her collar randomly. With one force, he tore her clothes into two halves, and then with one hand he He clasped her chin, blocked her mouth again, and moved his hand wantonly on her exposed skin.
In a daze, he seemed to hear her voice, which sounded like she was crying. He thought he was hallucinating, so he didn't pay much attention to it. She kept twisting and turning, and her strength became stronger and stronger. She was like this The resistance made him a little irritated but also wanted her more. He increased the strength of his teeth like punishment, leaving marks of different shades on her fair skin.