His hand caressed her cheek gently, with such care. Then his thin lips gently opened, his voice hoarse and with a kind of suppressed tunnel, "love me, OK?"

Just like begging, it's so eager.

Such he, let her unconsciously lick the lip, but let the lip become more delicate. She didn't know how to answer him. Even at this moment, she seemed to be unable to even think. The whole person was covered by his breath.

The beautiful face, dark eyes, small nose, and the lip licking and mouth licking that accompanied her all seemed like a kind of temptation, which made him more and more unable to suppress the desire in his body.

Want her, so want her!

This kind of thought, in the brain becomes more and more intense. When facing her, his desire is like a beast coming out of the gate......

his lips press her lips again, but compared with the fierce and domineering kiss before, the kiss is more gentle, entangled and soft.

It's like to brand his mark on her body and dye his breath, and ask her to remember his kiss well.

He kissed her over and over again, then his long fingers gently pulled apart her clothes.

When the skin of the body suddenly has a layer of gooseflesh because of the sudden contact with the air, Ling still suddenly returns to his mind, his face is red, he looks at Yi Jinli shyly, and his subconscious hand is in front of his chest, and his hand is on his chest.

"I... I..." she stammered. There was obvious timidity in her apricot eyes.

After all, the situation in front of her was unexpected.

The timidity in her eyes gradually made his eyes clear.

He knew that she was afraid, or that she was not prepared at all, or even in love with him.

He is too anxious, eager to want her everything, but ignored her mood.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured, his fingers almost reluctant to move away from her.

Even if he wanted her more, he didn't want it to happen when she was afraid.

What he wants is her willingness.

After he said this, he straightened up, panting heavily in his thin lips. In those beautiful peach blossom eyes, they were all oppressive and patient. However, his lips were still trying to make a smile and said to her with the greatest restraint, "you don't need to be afraid, I won't do it again, as long as you don't want it, I won't."

Because nothing is more important to him than her.

He pulled the blanket off the bed, covered her, got out of bed, turned around and walked toward the bathroom.

"Ah Jin!" She almost subconsciously shouted at him.

If it was timid and scared, then it's worrying about him now.

"Nothing. I'll take a cold bath." Yi Jin's footsteps are paused, and her voice seems to be a little difficult.

For him, this moment, he needs to desperately suppress the desire in his body.

Just the next moment, there was movement behind him, and then a pair of slender arms around his waist, the delicate body, pasted on his back.

Yi Jin's body suddenly froze, and the original suppressed desire, in her embrace, almost like a blowout.