Ke Jingheng's kiss became even more passionate, and when he thought of parting for a while, he would lie alone in the cold bed, so he didn't want to let her go.
It would be great if he could grow up quickly, and it would be great if he could marry her home quickly. As he kissed her, he prayed that the time would pass faster and faster.
"Ke Jingheng... my back is sore... my hands are sore..." Luo Xiaoberry muttered softly, "Can I change my position?"
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding atmosphere immediately became ambiguous again. This is so true, why is it so intriguing
Ke Jingheng was finally willing to put her down and let her feet touch the ground, but the pressure on her did not decrease at all: "How about this, is it better?"
"Hmm..." Luo Xiaoberry rubbed her sore waist with her hands free. It's better, but only a little bit.
"I'll rub it for you." Ke Jingheng continued to kiss her, and a pair of big hands came to her waist, kneading non-stop.
"Easy... Take it easy!" Luo Xiaoberry snorted, and then realized why this sentence still sounded strange.
The strength of Ke Jingheng's hand was reduced, but the strength of his mouth was increased. Not only that, but his hand unconsciously moved up slowly along the waist, came to her round shoulder, and kept stroking her.
Her fair skin was looming under the thin gauze skirt, making him confused again. The soft touch under the gauze skirt came from his hands, and he couldn't help but start to imagine—would it feel better without the gauze skirt
Thinking of this, his hands pulled down her neckline uncontrollably, exposing her white and smooth shoulders.
In the moonlight, her skin looked flimsy, exuding an alluring luster like ceramics. Because of the shyness, there is still a touch of pink in the white, which looks even more charming.
Ke Jingheng only felt his mouth dry for a while, and even his breathing became rough unconsciously.
"Don't look!" Luo Xiaoberry took advantage of the time when he stopped, and quickly reached out to pull up her clothes.
But in the next second, Ke Jingheng pressed her hand forcefully, and pulled down the neckline a little more. Before she could react, his hot lips landed on that round shoulder. Tossing and turning, lingering...
"No, it's so itchy!" Luo Xiaoberry has been ticklish since she was a child, and she couldn't help but shrink up when she was teased by him like this, trembling slightly.
The more she trembled, the more Ke Jingheng wanted to hold her down, the more he wanted to taste that sweet breath.
But Luo Xiaoberry finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's so itchy, please let me go!"
Ke Jingheng was kissing passionately at first, but his face turned dark when she laughed like this.
While getting dressed, Luo Xiaoberry complained dissatisfiedly: "Let me tell you, I'm terribly itchy! Don't tickle me anymore."
Ke Jingheng stroked his forehead helplessly: He is not tickling, he is clearly flirting! The most embarrassing thing in the world is this...
Looking at the night sky, he sighed and took her hand and walked back: "It's late, go to bed early!"
"Oh, good!" Luo Xiaoberry was actually reluctant to leave, but girls should be more reserved. What can I do if I don't go home, should I follow him home
The figures of the two were gradually engulfed by the thick fog, and a slender and tall figure slowly emerged from the depths of the purple bamboo forest.