In a trance, she felt the illusion of returning to the past in her heart.

When they get along best together, he always likes to look at her with such tender and lingering eyes.

However, not...

Since he met again, he has either sarcastic or indifferent to her.

At this moment, Long Yanlie seemed to be the time when he was pampering her the most...

She thought that she would never see him again in her life.

At this moment, she felt that her heart, which had been restrained for a long time, was throbbing, trembling, and longing...

"Long Yanlie..." She looked up at him.

Looking at his eyes, eyebrows, nose, and lips that were so close that she felt the breath that made her miss her thousands of times when she was silent.

At this time, the night was getting dark.

Even she gradually couldn't tell whether it was the real thing or whether she was walking in a dream.

It was like a nightmare in my heart, looking forward to such a scene of reunion. It was because her longing was too deep, as deep as a dream, and she couldn't tell whether it was reality or in a dream?

She trembled her hands gently, carefully, breathlessly touching his face.

It seems that I am too scared to satisfy my desire, but it seems that I am too scared to break this dream.

It was not until her fingertips gently touched his face, and the warm face burned her fingertips and her heart that she vaguely believed that this scene was not a dream, but a reality.

She walked in her thoughts, and she was deeply trapped in her thoughts, so she did not notice that the originally drunk man had a strange color flashed from the bottom of his eyes at a certain moment.

It is so fast that it cannot tolerate capture and discovery at all.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and when she looked at him, he slowly approached her.

His face was getting closer to her, and his thin lips were getting closer to her.

Her heart was as if she was gently swept back and forth by the softest feathers in the world, and her heartbeat was getting more and more lost.

There was no struggle in my heart, but...

Her choice was to slowly close her eyes. When he approached, she was so selfish that she wanted this sudden warmth.

Even if it was just a night of warmth, even if everything was to him, it was just a tango after being drunk.

She wants to...

Stealing him this drunken night.

When she closed her eyes, she felt his hot thin lips, and slowly, gently pressed against hers.

At first, I just kissed it gently, like a dragonfly flying over the lake, gently lit the water, rippling the lake.

The kiss that was like a dragonfly was gradually becoming a lingering, gradually deepening, gradually invading her softness with his heat.

The originally tender offensive gradually regained his usual strength and domineeringness. Between her lips and teeth, she pried open and invaded, and her passion was as hot as fire, and her wet lips and tongue were tightly entangled.

His hot lips and tongue moved her softness and delicateness, and the lingering kiss between the tongue, the lips and lips were tossed and rubbed each other bit by bit, as if they were to polish all the warmth and lingering.
Chapter completed!