Chapter 10 Blind Eyes Micro H (Blind Eyes Dressing Table Play)

The summer in Shanghai came fiercely and urgently. It was obvious that the previous few days were just the breath of late spring. After a few days, the scorching sun went up to the sky and burned the earth.

As summer comes, Shen Qinghe is reluctant to go out.

One is because she is afraid of sunlight, and the other is that she is prone to rashes when the sun is too hot.

Girls love their fair and smooth skin at home, and they are always unhappy with their snowy skin being red.

So she gave up her hour of venting and spending time on her own recently. She took medicine at home every day and had nothing to do, but she was so bored.

Zhou Jing has been busy these days and can't see anyone every day. However, Shen Qinghe never likes to ask about military affairs. She has no interest in military affairs. Besides, when Zhou Jing is busy, she can be idle. Every time she has to work with Zhou Jing, she has to suffer for several days. After a long time, her body can't stand it.

Zhou Jing has not been busy with military affairs these days, but he has received news a few days ago that Dr. White from England is about to arrive in Shanghai.

It is said that Dr. White specializes in treating strange and complicated diseases, and any strange diseases can be cured under his hands.

Zhou Jing was thinking about Shen Qinghe's illness in his heart, so after getting the news, he sent someone to guard the dock overnight just to rob Dr. White.

Lu Ci fanned himself with his palm: You have been guarding this for three days, so White's ship will not capsize on the road, right?

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a knife from Zhou Jing: If his boat overturns, you jump into the sea and drag him ashore, otherwise I will kick you into the sea now.

Lu Ci: What did I say wrong?If you torture your little lady every day, even if White cures her, your little lady will be tormented to death by you. What's the difference between White's ship or not?

The two stood side by side, Zhou Jing took a step back quietly, then raised his leg and kicked hard. With a plop, Lu Ci fell into the water and kept swaying his hands on the water.

The subordinates next to him saw that it was Zhou Jing kicked him, and they didn't know whether they should be rescued.

Why are you standing there? Why don’t you save Lieutenant Lu?

Lu Ci was finally pulled up, but he refused to stop: Don’t you let me tell the truth?Zhou Jing, you don’t want brothers like you. Women are like clothes, brothers are like brothers or feet. Do you understand Ah?Ouch my ass...

So everyone heard a plop from the water again, and then they heard Zhou Jing leave with his back: Let him drown!

What kind of women's clothes are like brothers and feet, but he doesn't listen. Women are like brocade clothes made of gold and silk. Lu Ci's brother can throw away straw sandals.

Jade, make another cup of tea, it's too hot this day.Shen Qinghe called out that ice hockey was cooling down, but she still couldn't resist the heat on her body.

Jade made a cup of cold-boiled jasmine tea, and instructed his servants to move the ice into the house to cool off.

The amber fanned Shen Qinghe, and the flower and bird fans swung up and down, blowing Shen Qinghe's hair.

The ends of her hair that were blown by the fan made Shen Qinghe feel itchy. She had to raise her hand to lift her hair away, but when she raised her hand, she realized that the traces of the past few days had not yet faded. Even though she was wearing a small shirt, those traces could still be exposed from the small shirt.

Shen Qinghe simply attributed all her sweating and heat to Zhou Jing.

If Zhou Jing had not left traces on her body, she wouldn't have to wear a small shirt during the summer days. He would have been free, but she was suffering.

If she had known this, she would not have agreed to leave traces on her body like a wild dog.

Shen Qinghe cursed Zhou Jingxiao indignantly for a quarter of an hour, saying that she was scolding, but she didn't know many words, and she was just a few words like gangsters, bastards, etc.

When Shen Qinghe cursed in her heart, her expression on her face was extremely vivid, especially her eyebrows, which were lively and anxious. Zhou Jing stood at the door for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak out: What is the madam doing with this expression?

He is scolding Zhou Jing.

It was too late for her to realize what she said. Zhou Jing couldn't deny it. Huh?With a sound, Jade and Amber retreated and closed the door.

…I mean… I’m thinking about Zhou Jing… She held her handkerchief tightly to find repairs for herself.

Zhou Jing naturally would not care about these things with her. People’s reactions in bed cannot be faked. His Yuanyuan likes him so much in bed. Can he scold him even if he scolds him under the bed or scolds him for his ancestors?

I miss you as well.

Zhou Jing spoke frankly, just like a daily conversation, and he didn't think that this was flirting at all.

Shen Qinghe handed Zhou Jing the jasmine tea brought from jade, you came back so early today.

I miss you, so I have to go back earlier.

Shen Qinghe wanted to distract from the topic of missing you, but Zhou Jing refused to let him go, and he insisted on thinking about you between the words and sentences.

Zhou Jing half-kneeled in front of Shen Qinghe and wanted to lift Shen Qinghe's skirt. Shen Qinghe thought to himself that it was terrible and hurriedly covered his crotch.

Zhou Jing just wiped away the dust from her calves and curled the corners of her mouth: I won’t touch yours today, but your calves are dirty, so I’ll help you wipe them.

Shen Qinghe for some reason Zhou Jing could use such a simple action to make erotic meaning. She had to admit that Zhou Jing wiped away not only the dust on her calves, but also Shen Qinghe's mood of being quiet today.

Oh...many...thank you...

Why do you and me say thank you?After saying that, he picked up Shen Qinghe and walked towards the dressing mirror.

He strode and put Shen Qinghe on the stage of the dressing mirror in a few steps.

Shen Qinghe has many styles of dressing. In addition to hairpins and hairpins, her favorite thing is to tie up her hair with a ribbon and then tie it in a variety of styles. She looks gentle and lovely, but also neat.

Zhou Jing opened the drawer and pulled out a white ribbon. Has this one been worn?

She brought this ribbon from the Shen family and has never worn it after buying it.

She shook her head: Not yet.

After that, she felt dark in front of her eyes, and a silky smooth and cool touch on her eyelids.

What comes next is to peck and kiss carefully, from the forehead to the cheek, and from the tip of the nose to the lips.

Zhou Jing has never kissed her so gently.

When her eyes were blindfolded and the feelings of other senses were infinitely amplified, she could clearly feel Zhou Jing's rapid breathing and also hear the sound of her pounding heart.

Zhou Jing sent his tongue into Shen Qinghe's mouth. The two flexible tongues kept entangling. The delicate sound of water resounded in Shen Qinghe's ears, and the smell of lust became clearer.

She was almost close to Zhou Jing.

It's like a child who wants to hug.

Zhou Jing pulled open his shirt and the buttons were scattered all over the floor.

The sound of the clothes tearing made Shen Qinghe think that her cheongsam would be torn in the next second, but the coolness of her breasts exposed outside was coming, and what followed was the touch of Zhou Jing biting her neck.

The traces from the past few days have not been eliminated, and new traces have been covered.

I'm afraid this trace will not be eliminated this month.

Shen Qinghe raised her head and said cutely.

This sound was very similar to Zhou Jing's aphrodisiac.

Zhou Jing gently unbuttoned the square buckle, holding Shen Qinghe's breasts like she was holding precious jewelry.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

Shen Qinghe's nipples were hard and trembling.

Zhou Jing, what's wrong with you?

She thought Zhou Jing was so strange. If she had been on her breasts for several times, she had reached this point today, and he was just holding her breasts.

His breath hit Shen Qinghe's tender breasts. The weather was hot and there was a little sweat on his breasts. But at this moment, these sweat beads were dazzling gems on precious treasures, attracting Zhou Jing.

I just miss you a little.

Shen Qinghe couldn't see Zhou Jing's face, and naturally she couldn't see the cherishment in Zhou Jing's eyes.

Can I eat your breasts?

This question was different from the past, and Shen Qinghe heard his prayer.

What's wrong with you, Zhou Jing?

Is it OK?

……Can.

After getting permission, Zhou Jing neither sucked nor kneaded. He looked no different from what he looked when he kissed his cheek just now. He just pecked Shen Qinghe's breasts lightly, but this action made Shen Qinghe a little annoyed.

Because Shen Qinghe is afraid of itching.

Zhou Jing, you want to eat and eat, you peck around, you feel comfortable, I am uncomfortable!She also wanted to say that itchy!

Do you like me to eat this?

What's the problem?When she didn't say what to do before, he stopped doing it?

Shen Qinghe grabbed the white ribbon in front of her and looked at Zhou Jing fiercely: Why are you going crazy today?When I told you not to come in, you insisted on coming in. Today I asked you to eat me, but you stopped eating again. I, I will not serve you!

As he said that, Shen Qinghe was about to jump off the dressing table. Her breasts were beating up and down. Zhou Jing held her down and opened her mouth and held her left breast in her mouth.

Zhou Jing's tongue spun around her areola. He didn't suck, but he used his dexterous tongue to twisted her desire.

Shen Qinghe was numb from being licked, and she couldn't help but tighten her arms, looping Zhou Jing a little tighter, and also putting Zhou Jing's mouth in his mouth a little more.

She felt that blindfolded her senses were enlarged, but now she was not blindfolded, but the wetness and warmth on her chest were also extremely clear, which made her feel extremely moved.

Zhou Jing left a ray of water on her breasts.

Shen Qinghe looked down at Zhou Jing, who was naked on her upper body. The two of them had eyes intersected. She saw her shyly fucking herself through Zhou Jing's pupils.

Zhou Jing saw himself full of desire through her confused eyes.

The white ribbon torn by Shen Qinghe was still in Shen Qinghe's hand. Zhou Jing looked at the ribbon and licked his lips: This ribbon looks so beautiful.

The ribbon was pulled out of her hand, and in a flash, the ribbon was tied to her breasts.

The ribbons overlapped, and her pair of tender breasts were tightly tied, revealing only the areola and nipple beads.

But it looks better if you tied it up like this.

Her chest was tied, but her hands and feet were not.

It is naturally OK to untie it, but she doesn't want to untie it now. She likes Zhou Jing's look at her now.

The look seemed to have been gupped, and it also seemed to have been possessed by a demon.

Anyway, that was not Zhou Jing’s usual expression.

Shen Qinghe supported her hands on the dressing table, and her body fell slightly backward, and she was about to slide down.

Zhou Jing held her crotch and said begging: Heart and liver, you should wear a small shirt.

What little shirt?Shen Qinghe was puzzled.

Zhou Jing took out a small gauze shirt from somewhere.

What's the difference between wearing it and not wearing it...

There is a difference. You are not wearing it now, but you wear a shirt.

Shen Qinghe:...

The shirt is light green and a thin layer of gauze. This shirt is what she usually wears at home, but it is because she is wearing a cheongsam inside. Now she is tied with a ribbon on her upper body. If she stands up, the cheongsam will fall to the ground. What is the difference between this and her naked tulle shirt?

She is a lady from a wealthy family, how could she be like this?

Now we are the only one in the room, and I can see it.Zhou Jing deceived Shen Qinghe.

He doesn't want to force Shen Qinghe now.

He also wanted to be gentle and gentle, it turned out that he had been thinking about Lu Ci's words in his heart. Lu Ci said that Shen Qinghe would be tortured to death by Zhou Jing sooner or later.

He didn't want Shen Qinghe to die, but he also wanted to love Shen Qinghe.

What can I do?He could only be gentler than usual and not force Shen Qinghe to do what she didn't want to do in bed.

For example, if he entered her posterior without her consent, he swears that he would never do this anymore.

Shen Qinghe has a tofu heart, and she is most afraid of others speaking in a soft tone, not to mention Zhou Jing, who never bows her head.

She took the shirt and made a mess.

The shirt was straight on her body, which was extremely fit.

But the little shirt made her itchy, and she couldn't help it and twisted it gently twice.

Zhou Jing thought she was flirting, and his lips immediately covered the exposed areola and rubbed.

Shen Qinghe used the fragrance of gardenia today, which was a bit sweet. The fragrance of gardenia mixed with the milky fragrance on her breasts and penetrated into Zhou Jing's nasal cavity, making Zhou Jing unable to stop.

She was thrown to the dressing table, with lipstick and rouge falling all over the floor. She turned sideways. In the dressing mirror, there were her bound breasts and her trembling and thumping tits. Above the tits was Zhou Jing's impatient face.