In the hot summer, bees fly and butterflies dance.
The Acacia flowers on the acacia tree spread like yesterday, swaying like a pink ocean. They haven't been seen for half a year, and everything is the same.
Behind him came a "squeak", and the door of the courtyard was pushed open.
Yi Xiaoqiao looked back, but he saw Mu Yi'an standing at the door, standing tall and upright, with hot eyes on her.
The four eyes are opposite, silent, the breeze gently blows, the pink ocean of Acacia trees gently shakes, and the pink waves spread and rustle.
The space was quiet, and neither of them spoke. They were afraid that once they spoke, they would break the harmonious environment.
Life is like a feather that stirs her heart.
"Mu Yi'an..." Yi Xiaoqiao felt itchy and hurriedly pushed him: "don't do this, I feel bad..."
His lips fell on her small clavicle, and he suddenly bit them.
Yi Xiaoqiao took a cold breath and suddenly opened his eyes.
He propped up his body and looked at her, condescending, gasping between his lips and teeth, and his eyes were stained with desire.
Yi Xiaoqiao swallowed a mouthful of water: "Mu Yian..."
Muyi'an kissed her lips again, and his hands began to be restless, and he leaned in from her collar.
Yi Xiaoqiao struggled hard: "Mu Yian, don't do this..."
"Little Joe..."
The heavy breathing sound was on her ear side, and the burning breath burned her earlobes like fire. Yi Xiaoqiao shivered. After feeling his desire, she knew that Mu Yian wanted to play seriously. She quickly reminded: "Mu Yian, don't..."
"You promised me you wouldn't touch me."
His body was stiff and his hand stopped at her waist. Mu Yi'an slowly raised his eyes. His desire in his eyes did not decrease, but there was a bit of unknown emotion.
"Mu Yian, you promised me." She felt her hand on the bed and finally found a soft silk. Yi Xiaoqiao pulled it over to show him: "we agreed."
Facing Mu Yi'an's sharp eyes, Yi Xiaoqiao felt that he was bold. He could talk to Mu Yi'an like this. Will Mu Yi'an go away directly in the next second.
Mu Yi'an's face was really distorted for a moment, and the hand holding her clothes was tight and tight, with a great momentum of tearing her clothes to pieces.
Yi Xiaoqiao shivered and looked at him calmly.
Suddenly, he got up and left straight away.
The door closed with a bang, as if to remind Yi Xiaoqiao that the matter was finally over.
She collapsed on the bed, her eyes fell on the plain white gauze curtain, fingertips stroked her red lips, a little painful and a little aftertaste. It seemed that she could still feel the tenderness of Mu Yi'an and gently branded her lips.
What's the matter? Why do you feel like you've gone too far? Especially when thinking of Mu Yi'an's eyes at that time, he was clearly fascinated by desire, but when she refused, the desire in his eyes really faded. It was a very wonderful experience, especially for people like Mu Yi'an. When he cared about what women thought, but it was obvious that he cared about what she thought.
She turned over and lay on the bed, feeling a little depressed for no reason.
Woo——
"Mu Yian!" Yi Xiaoqiao rubbed the quilt and gnashed his teeth: "big villain!"