The man's crossed hand was on her waist, and even the man was holding down half of her body, and that handsome face was on the position of her neck.
The moment Mo Bei woke up, his entire back was stiff.
It was too close, so close that there was not even a trace of gap.
Mo Bei was wearing a shirt, but he couldn't resist the man's heat.
Almost all of that person's slow breathing hit behind her ears.
It was so hot that Mo Bei subconsciously wanted to push him away.
such a scenario.
Even if Mo Bei hadn't experienced it, he didn't understand it at all.
He thought she was someone in his dream.
Before she had time, he pinched her wrist.
The body temperature followed a little high.
The thin lips attached to her neck were more like a burning fire, slightly opened, and when he ironed them, it was as if they had been electrified, and the numbness made Mo Bei tremble.
At this time, the shirt on Mo Bei's body had already been undone by two buttons with his other hand, and then pulled aside, revealing most of his delicate collarbone.
Mo Bei's eyes shrank suddenly, trying to stop his movements. ,
But because of his dream, he was surprisingly strong.
Half propped on her body, his long legs bent his knees, restraining her forcefully.
He even got in between her legs.
His free hand had already changed its direction, and his knuckle fingers reached into her white shirt from the waist.
Mo Bei had never experienced this before.
The sky was dark, just like the last time he pressed her on the door handle.
But he was still talking about something in his sleep, sexy and confused, there was a flush on his cheek: "Give it to me..."
Some things seem to be self-taught.
The thin quilts that the two of them were originally covering slipped to one side.
When Mo Bei couldn't resist Feng Nai's movements more and more.
But he seemed to have opened his eyes, and her face was reflected in them.
Suddenly, I saw him smile, with a soul-stirring arc, and when he was approaching, there was a faint low magnetic: "Why is it so different today."
Even the breath and temperature are different.
He couldn't help but not want to wake up at all.
The touch under his finger gave him an unprecedented stimulation.
Just bowed his head like that, and once again printed his thin lips on Mo Bei's neck.
Only this time, it's no longer a simple slide.
It was a kiss like a storm, even with a slight pain.
But it was that kind of negligible pain that made Mo Bei's brain stop for half a beat at that moment, his whole body went numb, and most of his strength disappeared.
She looked at the ceiling, her pupils shrunk, and she seemed to be floating in mid-air. The only thing she could feel was the deadly numbness he brought, as if bitten off by a vampire noble.
It's not painful, but a feeling that can make people physically addicted.
If it weren't for the hand that reached into her shirt, it would have touched her white corset.
Those cold and pale eyes would probably continue to sink with Feng Nai's actions.
But just when he was about to tear off all the buttons on her chest.
Mo Beitu sat up suddenly, and suppressed his wrist even, his breath was still a little unsteady, but his tone was very cold: "Captain, you'd better wake up and see who I am."
Only then did Feng Nai's half-asleep and half-awake state change.
When the body temperature is too high, it will also let the thoughts do whatever they want.
Total sobriety is due to the coldness in someone's voice
(end of this chapter)