Yan Xinting gently rubbed Zhang Suer's cheeks with a few strands of flowing hair. The itchy and tender feeling seemed to extend into her heart. Yan Xinting couldn't help but laugh gently.
What's wrong?Zhang Suer pulled her shoulder with his hands and asked her.
You make people feel so uncomfortable.Yan Xinting lowered her eyes and avoided his inquiries.
Did I care about you?Zhang Suer asked.
Yan Xinting shook her head and said: It's your hair.
My hair?It's your hair.Zhang Suer smiled.
My hair won't kill myself, right?
Yan Xinting's cheeks were flushed in the dim light.
On the other side, the Oriental Pearl Tower in Lujiazui seemed to be a playful child, jumping up and down.
It was an advertisement covered in his body, as if driven by money, and was uneasy to sway.
Yan Xinting narrowed her eyes and looked at the turbulent city light and shadow, thinking about something.
It is you who use your hair to kill yourself.
Zhang Suer looked at the girl in front of her lost eyes, and was moved. He deliberately pressed his head on her cheek, disturbing her light short hair, and the hair locks poured down covered her face.
What are you doing?Yan Xinting picked up her hair in front of her and murmured like a little girl, just like a little girl who was tricked by a boy, she had no way to sue and had to complain.
I'll take care of you.
Zhang Suer stretched out his hand and brushed away Yan Xinting's hair on the side. Her plump cheeks broke out from the curtain of her hair, exuding a youthful atmosphere. Her cheeks were a secret of the girl. There was a simple expression, but it hid the girl's shyness. Zhang Suer's hand gently stroked her cheeks and wrapped her hair around behind her ears. However, his hand did not leave after completing his mission, and gently stroked her bright moon-like cheeks.
Yan Xinting didn't move, that was a kind of approval from the girl.
Zhang Suer felt the other party's acquiesce to him, and his hand slowly slid across her cheek, as if a Youyi sentry was patrolling her secret territory, and attacking her hair like a green silk ribbon at any time.
His hands seemed to be bouncing in the moonlight, and then passed through her round chin and passed into her neck.
The girl in front of her was like a marble statue in the dark night, soaked in pure moonlight, and the outline on the side was cold and warm.
Zhang Suer gently stroked the girl's soft neck, and his fingers came from the girl's gentle tenderness that she had silently endured.
The girl's silence is a kind of encouragement.
Zhang Suer held Yan Xinting's chin and moved her entire focused cheek toward him.
Under the reflection of the chaotic light of the city, the girl's eyes emitted a clear and bright light with blurred connotations. There was neither criticism nor praise, and she was more like a curious wait and see.
Her lips opened slightly, as if she was filled with a sense of surprise, as if she had passed the surprise in her eyes to her lips.
The girl's lips in the shadow are a dark nebula, with only outlines, but not in the quality.
Will she reject herself and avoid it like a meteor?Zhang Suer thought so.
Without time to give him extra thoughts, Zhang Suer slowly moved his lips, as if he was blowing away the sand in her eyes, and as if he was picking up the hair on the edge of her.
When it was very close to her lips, I wonder what happened, was it because of her cater to her or his capture?
Suddenly, the two people's lips were intimately combined.
Love is a release of electricity, not accumulating charge.
When there is no physical contact, the imagination of love is always composed in the form of a flash of lightning.
The feeling of love is described as discharge, which reflects the structure of the initial period of love.
Once love is transformed into kissing, the flash of discharge will disappear, and as long as a large area of cumulonimbus is poured out.
The imagination of the lightning and thunder of kissing is the strongest moment, the moment before the kiss.Once you integrate into the rainy season of kissing, you will suddenly let go of your past grudges and return to normal.
Maybe it was their first kiss, and they even felt a little awkward. The noses of the two people felt that they were blocking their encounters and the tenderness of the kiss.
The lips are the material world hidden deep in their hearts, but at this moment they have made no reservations and are willing to make the most intimate contact besides the exchange of thoughts.
This is an initial upgrade of a love line.
Zhang Suer clamped Yan Xinting's graceful lips. At first, he felt it was very difficult and could even feel the stiffness of her teeth, so he left. The two looked at each other, and a brighter blush appeared on Yan Xinting's face, sensitive and fragile.
Then, Zhang Suer put his lips to her again, and she accepted calmly.
At this time, they improved their facial contact, which seemed much more natural. Her two lips were obediently in his mouth. They were no longer as trembling as the first time, but were ready to move like a little beast, tentatively revealing their keen tentacles, and making some small movements in the cracks of his hard lips.
The auras of the two people were intertwined, and the city's setting was blurred.
What's wrong?Zhang Suer pulled her shoulder with his hands and asked her.
You make people feel so uncomfortable.Yan Xinting lowered her eyes and avoided his inquiries.
Did I care about you?Zhang Suer asked.
Yan Xinting shook her head and said: It's your hair.
My hair?It's your hair.Zhang Suer smiled.
My hair won't kill myself, right?
Yan Xinting's cheeks were flushed in the dim light.
On the other side, the Oriental Pearl Tower in Lujiazui seemed to be a playful child, jumping up and down.
It was an advertisement covered in his body, as if driven by money, and was uneasy to sway.
Yan Xinting narrowed her eyes and looked at the turbulent city light and shadow, thinking about something.
It is you who use your hair to kill yourself.
Zhang Suer looked at the girl in front of her lost eyes, and was moved. He deliberately pressed his head on her cheek, disturbing her light short hair, and the hair locks poured down covered her face.
What are you doing?Yan Xinting picked up her hair in front of her and murmured like a little girl, just like a little girl who was tricked by a boy, she had no way to sue and had to complain.
I'll take care of you.
Zhang Suer stretched out his hand and brushed away Yan Xinting's hair on the side. Her plump cheeks broke out from the curtain of her hair, exuding a youthful atmosphere. Her cheeks were a secret of the girl. There was a simple expression, but it hid the girl's shyness. Zhang Suer's hand gently stroked her cheeks and wrapped her hair around behind her ears. However, his hand did not leave after completing his mission, and gently stroked her bright moon-like cheeks.
Yan Xinting didn't move, that was a kind of approval from the girl.
Zhang Suer felt the other party's acquiesce to him, and his hand slowly slid across her cheek, as if a Youyi sentry was patrolling her secret territory, and attacking her hair like a green silk ribbon at any time.
His hands seemed to be bouncing in the moonlight, and then passed through her round chin and passed into her neck.
The girl in front of her was like a marble statue in the dark night, soaked in pure moonlight, and the outline on the side was cold and warm.
Zhang Suer gently stroked the girl's soft neck, and his fingers came from the girl's gentle tenderness that she had silently endured.
The girl's silence is a kind of encouragement.
Zhang Suer held Yan Xinting's chin and moved her entire focused cheek toward him.
Under the reflection of the chaotic light of the city, the girl's eyes emitted a clear and bright light with blurred connotations. There was neither criticism nor praise, and she was more like a curious wait and see.
Her lips opened slightly, as if she was filled with a sense of surprise, as if she had passed the surprise in her eyes to her lips.
The girl's lips in the shadow are a dark nebula, with only outlines, but not in the quality.
Will she reject herself and avoid it like a meteor?Zhang Suer thought so.
Without time to give him extra thoughts, Zhang Suer slowly moved his lips, as if he was blowing away the sand in her eyes, and as if he was picking up the hair on the edge of her.
When it was very close to her lips, I wonder what happened, was it because of her cater to her or his capture?
Suddenly, the two people's lips were intimately combined.
Love is a release of electricity, not accumulating charge.
When there is no physical contact, the imagination of love is always composed in the form of a flash of lightning.
The feeling of love is described as discharge, which reflects the structure of the initial period of love.
Once love is transformed into kissing, the flash of discharge will disappear, and as long as a large area of cumulonimbus is poured out.
The imagination of the lightning and thunder of kissing is the strongest moment, the moment before the kiss.Once you integrate into the rainy season of kissing, you will suddenly let go of your past grudges and return to normal.
Maybe it was their first kiss, and they even felt a little awkward. The noses of the two people felt that they were blocking their encounters and the tenderness of the kiss.
The lips are the material world hidden deep in their hearts, but at this moment they have made no reservations and are willing to make the most intimate contact besides the exchange of thoughts.
This is an initial upgrade of a love line.
Zhang Suer clamped Yan Xinting's graceful lips. At first, he felt it was very difficult and could even feel the stiffness of her teeth, so he left. The two looked at each other, and a brighter blush appeared on Yan Xinting's face, sensitive and fragile.
Then, Zhang Suer put his lips to her again, and she accepted calmly.
At this time, they improved their facial contact, which seemed much more natural. Her two lips were obediently in his mouth. They were no longer as trembling as the first time, but were ready to move like a little beast, tentatively revealing their keen tentacles, and making some small movements in the cracks of his hard lips.
The auras of the two people were intertwined, and the city's setting was blurred.
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