He's not dressed at all in his upper body!
"You -" her face is red and her eyes are still closed. She didn't dare to open them. I'm afraid that when she opens them, she will see some pictures that shouldn't be seen.
"Sister, don't you open your eyes?" His breath is like blue, and his voice is like the deepest bewitchment.
Ling is still tightly closed eyes, red face urged, "you quickly change clothes."
"But I want you to see me." He said, "what's more, I've helped elder sister today. Elder sister, don't you even want to see me?"
Ling's body was still stiff, and Bei dented his lip subconsciously, but when he met the place he had bitten before, he gave a low cry.
Then she felt his fingers and stroked her lips, "you know? What a lovely look you were just like. "
Cute?
Before she could react, she felt something pressing on her lips. It was soft with a touch of temperature. It was his... Lips!
He's kissing her!
Ling still opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the face that was too close to be seen. Even now, she couldn't see his whole face at all. All she could do was to look at those eyes, which were just like peach blossoms in full bloom. It seemed that they could attract people's soul at any time.
"Hmmm..." she subconsciously wants to open her mouth and say something, but it makes him kiss deeper.
Ling is still passively accepting the kiss, and her hands are on his chest, only to feel that both hands seem to be burning, as if they are going to burn.
After a while, the kiss was over. Ling was still panting and blushing.
Yi Jinli is calm, with a light smile on her lips. "It's going to be so good. Would sister like to see me?"
She choked, he said, there is a serious ambiguity, but at this time, she did not know how to refute.
When she was about to close her eyes again, he said, "why, I helped you, but you didn't even want to look at me so much?"
She sipped her burning lips. "You can get dressed. I'll see you again."
"But I like it when sister looks at me like this." He low tunnel, rather like his beautiful show in front of her like, "like sister's eyes, only me."
Ling is still looking at the man in front of him. I'm afraid it's hard to see another man when others look at him.
His delicate facial features, tall and straight figure, especially without a coat at the moment, can see the lean figure clearly, but the scar on his chest makes her feel trance.
She had seen the scar before when she was in the rental room, but when she asked him, he just used "little wound" to answer.
But this kind of injury, even if the scar is now shallow, but how to see it does not feel that this injury will be a "small injury" at first.
As if noticing her vision, he suddenly held up her hand and pasted her hand on his scar.
She was stunned. Instinctively, she wanted to take back her hand, but his fingers were like steel bars. They tightly bound her hand and forced her hand to press on the scar.
"Didn't you just look at the scar? It's better to touch than look, isn't it more direct? " He said.
"You don't have to... Release your hand first." Ling still hurried.