That appearance of "mostly the tenderness with bowed head, shyness like a water lotus that can't bear the cool wind" made Long Yutian's heart melt into a pool of spring water.
When Rong'er moved her body and wanted to escape from his embrace, Long Yutian directly pressed her to his chest with a backhand, and wrapped her slender and boneless waist with both arms, wrapping her whole body , all imprisoned in his arms.
His pupils gradually became constricted, and the strong emotion inside was about to come out.
"Qian Duoduo said, I wish our cave/room/flower/candle/night a happy—"
Rong'er carefully raised her eyes, stretched out a white arm, and pointed out the window; "But, it's dawn now—"
Long Yutian raised his eyebrows, full of evil spirits: "Really? That's just right, let's just have a day and a night—happy!"
Anyway, he has already decreed the amnesty of the world just now, and the whole world celebrates it, so he will make good use of these three days off to make up for the "cave/room/flower/candle/night" with the little cat.
Long Yutian had many women, all of whom were clean and innocent girls.
However, whether it is a famous daughter or a romantic singer/prostitute, they all throw themselves into his arms and flock to him.
Especially in the matter of men and women, those girls tried their best to please and serve him, and he himself only cared about whether he was happy or comfortable, and never paid attention to the feelings of those women. It's just that they are simply used as tools to vent their desires.
But now—when he faced the innocent little cat in front of him, like the white snow all over the sky, looking at her shoulders, trembling nervously following the clothes that fell off his arms At that time, Long Yutian was also a little at a loss for an instant.
I can only rely on the pious and natural movements of a man when he loves a woman, and slowly kiss her lightly, for fear that a little bit of impatience will scare the little woman in his arms.
"Rong'er—Are you afraid?" Long Yutian propped up his arms, worried that he would overwhelm the woman whose body was made of water.
On Qian Rong'er's shy cheeks, two red clouds had already flown, a pair of beautiful light blue eyes, as if they were aroused by passion/desire, glowing with a soft and blurred light.
She bit her lip, lowered her head and buried herself in Long Yutian's arms and shook her head: "Don't be afraid—Mother showed me that pamphlet, she taught me—"
Long Yutian pressed against her round chin, resisting the pain that was about to come out, and raised his eyebrows evilly: "Have you learned it?"
Rong'er's face flushed red, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally said grace, with a shy expression on her face.
There was a charming smile on Long Yutian's lips. He was about to take the initiative to attack and stop teasing this innocent little girl, but what he didn't expect was—
The little thing under her stretched out her hand to push his chest, twisted twice under his body, then pulled out one of her delicate and smooth legs, and actively clung to his waist.
Long Yutian was taken aback for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden initiative, his arm went numb slightly, and Xiao Ronger took advantage of this gap to hook Long Yutian's neck directly, turning him over , succeeded.
A head of jet-black silky hair naturally hung on Long Yutian's chest, following her gentle movements, she tickled his most sensitive parts.