But after just touching it, Jing Ling felt that Wen Momo stiffened instantly, as if she was frightened by him. Jing Ling's eyes finally became a little clearer, and she drooped her eyes slightly. She was about to put down her hand, but then Without putting it down, he gently pressed her smooth and white waist. After a moment, he gently pulled down some of her clothes to cover her waist.
Wen Momo's whole body felt a little soft, and her mind was a little blank. It seemed that she had never thought that her brother would touch her waist...
Moreover, she couldn't describe the feeling of being touched by Brother Jingling. Not only was it not annoying, but it also made her blood boil, but only that heart was too scared to dare. Act easily...
Her mind was racing, her face was flushed and her heart was beating like never before, and all kinds of feelings came to her at once, making her feel overwhelmed.
However, Wen Momo was more afraid... nervous...
Don't dare to think about anything, don't dare to ask anything...
Not even daring to move...
However, Jing Ling was not much better than her. He just looked calm, but what he had done had been done, and there was no room for him to regret it. He didn't seem to regret it either. He relied on his illness and his will to not be sober as usual, so he lightly Gently grabbing her soft little hand and stretching it between the two of them, Wen Momo was forced to separate from him slightly, but she still lowered her head and did not dare to look up at him, but she clearly felt...
Jing Ling grabbed her hand and put it to his lips. His four fingers intertwined with hers. His thumb pressed lightly on her four fingers. He shook hands in a gentle and considerate manner. Then he lowered his head slightly and shook hands one by one. Kiss her fingers.
At that moment, Wen Momo's face turned red and she felt like she was no longer herself.
The warmth of Jing Ling's lips, the burning breath, kissed her fingers so tenderly and lovingly.
Every kiss is cherished.
Her fingers were so light, and his kiss was so serious.
And, it’s not just a kiss.
He didn't even say anything, just silently and gently pecked and kissed every finger of hers, from the slender knuckles to the slightly cool fingertips, holding her in a moist, warm and soft mouth.
The room was so quiet, so quiet that you could clearly hear the steam from his kiss.
The light mist of the red candle became a little dazzling and confusing.
He suddenly raised the tip of her chin, and Wen Momo closed her eyes tightly, her curled eyelashes trembling.
Jing Ling looked at her and said, "Momo, open your eyes."
Jing Ling's voice was not gentle. On the contrary, it was still the same ice-cold voice as always. It was just that because of his illness at the moment, his voice sounded less cold than usual.
Wen Momo's cheeks turned red and she opened her eyes tremblingly.
Then, Jing Ling saw Wen Momo looking at him with her dark eyes open and frightened like a deer.
Such a cute look like a small animal made Jing Ling's heart feel a little itchy. He couldn't help but gently pinch her little finger in his palm, but his face still had a calm look: "Are you afraid?" Already?"
"I...I didn't..."
"I don't mean, do you allow me to be so presumptuous?" Jing Ling still stared at her, as if he had to coax her to finish her sentence.
When Wen Momo heard this, her head suddenly went blank again.
She was so nervous that her eyes rolled around and her mouth opened slightly, "I... I..."
(End of chapter)