Qiao Yi leaned on the door frame, looked at his busy figure in the studio, and sighed softly. She seems to have done something wrong...
The girl I have liked for so many years is about to get married, but I learned from others that he must be very sad now.
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On the other side, Luo Yichen put his arm around Su Rourou's shoulder and asked: "How about it, have you thought about it, where are you going to take wedding photos? Bali? Tahiti?"
Su Rourou gently leaned her head on his shoulder, thought for a while, and gave an answer that was beyond his expectations.
"I want to... go back to my old high school and take wedding photos. Because that's where we started..."
Of course, a traditional white wedding dress is a must. But she wanted to put on her high school uniform and sit in the classroom with him to take a few casual photos. Anyway, wedding photos can be changed into several sets of clothes!
"En, good." Luo Yichen's phoenix eyes moved, and he couldn't help but planted a kiss on her forehead. Her sweet breath lingered at the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but pecked lightly on her pink lips again.
Originally, he really only intended to kiss, but he uncontrollably deepened the kiss, and his breathing became short and hot.
Probably because he drank too much "Shiquan Dabu Soup" recently, he felt that his self-control was getting worse. Of course, when facing her, his self-control was not strong.
"No..." Su Rourou imitated his appearance the night before, and pushed him away with a serious face, "Didn't you say that the first three months are very dangerous?"
Holding her small face, Luo Yichen couldn't help but kiss her lips again, and said vaguely: "It's just a kiss, I don't want to do anything else."
But kissing her, his hand climbed up her exquisite waist uncontrollably, got into the hem of her jacket, and slowly moved up her back...
In the past, he had to do that to her every night, but he endured it all night last night, which made him a little emotional tonight. So, accidentally, he didn't control his hand and untied her blouse directly.
The nimble and rough fingertips moved over her smooth and delicate skin, causing her to tremble one after another. Su Rourou pressed his "ready to move" hand, and said with the last ounce of reason: "Don't do this, didn't you just say..."
Luo Yichen directly blocked her chattering little mouth, and continued with his hand movements: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I will definitely not hurt the baby. Don't you... don't you want to?"
"I don't want to..." Su Rourou still wanted to pretend to be reserved, but his next action made her unable to hold back, "Ah!"
As if deliberately forcing her to admit it, his kiss has landed on the most sensitive part of her, and the dexterous tip of his tongue is gliding (I have no face to write, n words are omitted here)...
"You really don't want to?" Luo Yichen raised his head from her body, and looked at her with those sinking phoenix eyes.
His deep and sexy voice made her little heart tremble again and again, she turned her face and whispered: "No..."
"I can't, or don't want to?" Luo Yichen obviously didn't intend to just let her go, his slender fingers deliberately circled her chest, lingering in the most sensitive place.