Jing Ling frowned slightly. The more he listened, the more something was wrong. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the person in his arms. Looking down from his angle, he could clearly see the thin and soft little hair on the tip of Wen Momo's hair. The down is the tender hair that has not fully grown out, as well as her fair and round forehead, the small black and curled fan-shaped eyelashes that blink when she speaks, the small nose that is straight, and the pink lips The shining water can be seen clearly.
He looked at it and squeezed the soft palm of his hand a little hard. Wen Momo felt pain and raised her face inexplicably. Then she saw Jing Ling's cold purple eyes. Looking down at her, he asked coldly: "So I'm not your priority yet?"
Wen Momo was stunned for a moment and said, "Brother is my priority."
"Then you said you were going to bid farewell to Ji Xiao." Jing Ling rarely cared about it, and he was very caring.
"Well, that's not right. I had planned to come to see my brother first. I told her later that she didn't bring an umbrella when I was little." Wen Momo tried her best to explain clearly to her brother Jing Ling so as not to make him angry.
Fortunately, Jing Ling finally calmed down a bit after hearing her explanation.
But not long after Jing Ling led her away in the rain, Leng Buding realized that she had just been childishly arguing with Wen Momo about irrelevant things, and her ears turned slightly red for a moment. Fortunately, the rainy night was hazy, and Wen Momo was not let down. Momo noticed something strange about him.
"I'll take you home first," Jing Ling said.
Wen Momo reluctantly tightened his finger, "Brother, do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Shouldn't stay." Jing Ling said, then stopped, not wanting to move forward so quickly.
Wen Momo was hugged by his shoulders, so when he stopped, she also stopped.
Wen Momo's face was still filled with disappointment. She raised her head and was about to ask Jing Ling when Jing Ling lowered her head without warning and kissed her eyes.
He seemed to have endured not kissing her for several days. Now the two of them were walking hand in hand in the rainy night. No matter how gentleman Jing Ling was, she was holding his own fiancée in his arms, so how could he really sit still? The pregnancy is not chaotic.
He kissed her for a while, then slowly kissed down her face, took her lip flesh in his mouth, rubbed it gently, then pried her lips and teeth apart, reached in, and grabbed her bit by bit. of sweetness.
After being kissed like this for a while, the corners of Wen Momo's eyes became a little wet, but she was happy in her heart.
She likes the feeling of brother Jingling's breath covering her body. The smell of brother Jingling's body is always light, slightly cool with some mint, but it smells very comfortable.
She liked that every time Brother Jingling kissed her, his long and cool fingers passed through the end of her hair and gently pressed the back of her neck, making their lips touch deeper.
It's strange that Brother Jingling is so cold in normal life. Even when Ji was young, they always called Brother Jingling "your iceberg", but it was this iceberg brother who seemed to be giving her every time he kissed her. All her tenderness.
She never felt that Jing Ling's kiss was cold at all, and she never felt that Jing Ling's kiss was without warmth.
On the contrary, it has always been just the right amount of tenderness and affection.
After the kiss, Wen Momo felt that her little hand held in his warm palm was a little sweaty. It was too warm when he covered it, and she felt a little sweaty.
(End of chapter)