Chapter 1969

On her first day here, she was locked in bed by him for 24 hours because of her disobedience. Hunger and darkness almost broke her down.

Later, although Gong Heng never locked her in the room alone for too long, she did not dare to hear the threat.

Her eyes of the conflict gradually into fear, and finally gave up resistance, slowly moved to the bedside in the past.

When he was close to Gong Heng, Gong Heng stretched out his hand and picked her up easily from the bed. He held her in his arms and kissed her lips with his head down, "darling."

She was relieved by his pleasant appearance.

Gong Heng gently licked her lips, and his voice was hoarse: "open your mouth. I remember I taught you how to kiss? "

Tang Qing was slightly stunned for a moment. Her eyes couldn't help looking at Xia jingnian who was not far away. Gong Heng broke her face back and let her gaze at him: "don't care about other people. In the future, he may want to come to you with me. What will you do if you are shy now? "

Too much red fruit and shameless words, let Tang Qing's body can not help shaking, her eyelashes slightly tremble, like the transparent wings of a butterfly, flickering in the light.

It's pathetic and lovely.

Gong Heng sighed in his heart, gently pinched her chin and gently kissed her lips. Her tongue is stiff in the mouth, Gong Heng pinched her buttocks once, command way: "tongue moves."

There was a haze of tears on the bottom of her eyes.

Xia jingnian looks at the two men and women who are holding each other and kissing together. Tang Qing's delicate body is held by him. She closes her eyes slightly, and a trace of blush appears on her pale face because of the hot kiss. The charming charm that has been prompted to mature and the Qing Yan belonging to a girl make her look extremely attractive.

Gong Heng's kiss gradually went down, along her thin white neck, fell on her clavicle, chest, until she was crushed in the bed.

Little by little, he dyed her green body with his own mark and taste.

*When Xia jingnian left was not clear to Tang Qing.

She was lying on the bed panting gently, her body was still slightly warm. The touch of the man's fingers floating on her body still remained. In the darkness and solitude, she only remembered the temperature and touch of gongheng, and her skin seemed to have gradually remembered the feeling that the man had brought to her.

It's more terrifying than direct left love.

Sooner or later, if he really enters her, she will not be unaccustomed to it.

After all, her body was so used to his temperature.

Her heart a burst of cold, can not help but use a blanket to wrap her whole body tightly, curled up in the shivering inside.

Gong Heng takes a bath and comes out of the bathroom and sees Tang Qing wrapping himself up like zongzi.

He wore a black bathrobe languidly, and his belt was not tied, so he came and sat down on the bed and held her in his arms with a blanket.

"Cold?" He felt her trembling and raised his eyebrows slightly to ask her.

She's in there, she's not talking.

Gong Heng let go of the blanket on her body, then stretched out his hand to hold her chin and looked at her face slightly, "what's the matter, where is the discomfort?"

She clenched her lips, her eyes drooped and she said nothing.