The young man was more angry than her, holding his hands tighter, no matter how much the witch pulled him, he couldn't pull him away.
"It was a prank, didn't you see that his feet were swollen by me?"
"But you let him kiss you!" The boy continued to make trouble.
The witch held her forehead with a headache and declared: "That's just the back of her hand."
"But he still touched your body with his dirty lips!"
Witch: "..."
The drunken little guy is not cute at all!
"Then what do you say?"
Can't two people sit together on the roof all night
"What, what to do?"
Dyson repeated a sentence, blinking her aquamarine eyes mistily, under the night sky, shining brightly.
He suddenly curled his lips, as if thinking of a particularly good idea.
"That! I want to kiss too!"
"Well, only a kiss?" The witch really couldn't help him, she didn't even know how to get this guy down.
She took the initiative to stretch out her small white and slender hand, and put her back on the boy's lips, "Hey, just a moment, you have to go and rest after the kiss!"
The boy did not answer, he lowered his head and kissed the place where Albert kissed during the day.
With a soft, moist touch, the witch blinked in surprise. Why does it feel different
It was also a kiss. When Albert kissed the back of her hand, she only felt her heart stop, and she even wanted to slap it over.
But when the boy's soft lips fell on her hand.
The tip of the tongue brushed the dark blue blood vessels on the back of her hand, and the soft curly hair brushed her arm.
All the feelings are very novel.
Therefore, when the teenager, with a tentative, like a hungry puppy in the desert, found the source of water and pressed her pink lips, she unexpectedly did not refuse.
As a result, the teenager paralyzed by alcohol began to excite, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.
Maybe it's in a dream—
Because in reality, the witch would not obey him so obediently and be kissed by him in his arms.
The moonlight is like yarn, bright and bright.
Guangdu seemed to radiate soft light on the witch's vivid white body like a girl. Gentle like a fine jade, Dyson's green eyes flashed stunning.
He is like a most devout believer, holding up the hand of the witch, kissing from the fingertips, all the way up.
Forehead, nose tip, lips—
All the way down, he seemed to kiss every corner of the witch's body to declare sovereignty.
Above her head is the flowing galaxy, the witch has lived for so long, for the first time she has such a strange feeling.
And the person who gave her wonderful feelings was the child she looked at when she grew up.
Shame and excitement made her curl up her pink and round toes. When the teenager leaned forward, she finally couldn't help tightening the back of her instep, arching into a graceful arc—
The golden light beams spread all over every corner of the palace.
In the snow-white fox quilt, the two have young faces, and the same delicate and flawless teenage girls are embracing each other, and their dreams are in full swing.
suddenly-
When a ray of sunlight hit the boy's eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and he finally opened his eyes uncontrollably.
In the next second, the sweet breath penetrated into the nasal cavity, making the boy's pupils shrink.
What happened last night
Scattered memory fragments slowly returned to the cage and were pieced together by Dyson.
When he remembered, he stumbled up to the roof, got into the witch’s arms and cheated, and finally managed to kiss her all over...