Ye Qiqi felt that her head was dizzy and her thoughts were blank.
His lips were warm and soft, like a soft feather falling on them, soft but distinct to the touch. Gradually, the feathers seemed to be stained with cold dew, turning into a piece of gorgeous velvet, covering her lips. Slowly caressing the lips.
His smooth and soft tongue slowly traveled on her red lips. Every time he pushed forward a little, Ye Qiqi's head became more confused.
She never thought that just the simple touch of lips between two people could bring so much throbbing to her.
It was obvious that she had forcefully kissed him when she was a child...
She had obviously touched his lips accidentally before...
"Qiqi..." His low and cold voice came out lightly from between his lips and teeth, like a muttered magic spell, restraining her wildly beating heart bit by bit. At that moment, she suddenly discovered that she was Such a simple name sounded so beautiful when spoken from his mouth.
"Your Highness... Your Highness..." Ye Qiqi hesitated for a moment and called him softly.
Mo Hanqing's movements paused slightly, and his deep eyes lowered slightly. Looking at Ye Qiqi's somewhat confused eyes, his eyebrows were frowned slightly, and he stretched out his white and slender fingers to gently cover her cheek. , fingertips slowly caressed her skin, and said in a low and bewitching voice: "Don't call me Your Highness."
"Master...?" Ye Qiqi held his sleeve tightly with a small hand, hesitated for a moment, and then shouted softly.
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Mo Hanqing's lips left her soft lips, and he lightly pecked her pink cheek, then shook his head and said, "Don't call me Young Master either."
Ye Qiqi was slightly startled, and looked at him with a pair of big black and white eyes full of doubts, and asked hesitantly: "Then what should I call you?"
"Call my name." Mo Hanqing's deep eyes were shining with bright stars. He lowered his head, pressed a kiss on her smooth forehead, and said in a slow voice: "Be good."
"Mo... Han Qing?" Ye Qiqi blinked slightly, and his lips had fallen from her forehead to her cheek.
"Well..." Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, raised her chin with his slender white fingers, and said with a half-smile, "Can't you just call me the last two words of my name?"
"...Han Qing?" Ye Qiqi hesitated and called out in a low voice.
"Yes." Mo Hanqing looked at her well-behaved look and couldn't help but lower his head slightly, put his lips on hers again, and whispered in a low voice: "Call me again..."
"Han Qing..." Ye Qiqi opened a pair of confused eyes and looked at Mo Hanqing's handsome face that suddenly came closer. She couldn't help but feel strange in her heart. Why did he have to keep calling his name?
However, her lips were too warm and soft, and the breath she exuded was so sweet and alluring. Mo Hanqing held her gently in his arms, and his heart completely sank at this moment.
He lifted her chin, hesitated for a moment, and then deepened the kiss.
Ye Qiqi held the candlestick in one hand, and the other hand couldn't help but grasp his robe tightly. She snuggled softly in his arms, without any strength in her body.