Chapter 345

"Zhong Mingwei!" Ah Chou's eyes don't know where to look. She and Zhong Mingwei are so close. Zhong Mingwei's breath spreads on her face, which makes her face even hotter. She can't breathe. Mingming's family didn't do anything, but she's all soft and shapeless. She's like a water grass, wrapped in the river, instinctively chasing the flow of the river Take yourself anywhere with the river.

Zhong Mingwei holds ah Chou's face. Ah Chou is shy and looks down. Her eyelids are thin, and she can see the thin blood vessels on her head. At this time, these eyes blink uneasily, blinking for a while, which only changes Zhong Mingwei's breath. His hands slightly force ah Chou to raise his head and look at him directly. Ah Chou looks at him timidly, A pair of big watery eyes, so clearly reflected the man's face, Zhong Mingwei's breathing a lag, the next second, he suddenly paste up.

"Big white, daytime," ah Chou is anxious and ashamed, resisting Zhong Mingwei's intimacy, "he, they will It will come back. Don't...... "

"No, they won't come back. Don't worry..." In fact, Zhong Mingwei trembled even more than she did. He raised his head and finally let ah Chou's wet eyes go, but he did not pause for a long time. Then he covered it again, swallowed all the protests and scruples of ah Chou, and lifted his hand and pulled the quilt over them.

Under the quilt, Zhong Mingwei kisses ah Chou like crazy, unties his buttons at random, and leaves his outer clothes on the ground.

"No No more kissing, "ah Chou cried and begged. Zhong Mingwei was too fierce to kiss. She was afraid. His hand was uneasily put on the lute button at the neck of ah Chou. Ah Chou was ashamed and anxious. He resisted with his hands and feet." you Don't do that. The door is not closed... "

This kind of intimacy has never happened to two people. Although it's just a matter of time, ah Chou doesn't resist being close to Zhong Mingwei. She likes it very much. But now when ah Chou thinks of two more people in her family, she can't stand it. It's too embarrassing. What can I do if someone comes back suddenly?

"Don't be afraid, it's OK." Zhong Mingwei didn't go too far. He only untied the three buttons on a Chou's neckline and didn't face down any more. He separated the collar of the red jacket, and then he greedily sprawled on it. Like a girl sticking to his mother, he was clinging to a Chou's neck.

He really likes ah Chou's neck, not only because it is white and smooth, with beautiful arc, but also because of the dark red scar. Zhong Mingwei feels that he is not normal. Every time he sees the scar on ah Chou's neck, he can't help his blood surging up, like a hairy boy who can't eat enough.

"Zhong Mingwei..." Ah Chou collapsed on the Kang. The dark and warm quilt made her feel safe and secure. She was around Zhong Mingwei's neck, a little confused, and a little sighed, "we can't separate any more, you don't know How do I survive these days... "

Yes, it's too painful. No matter in the Jixian study or at grandma Chen's house, it's delicious and delicious. But ah Cho just can't sleep. She feels that she's become hypocritical. In the past, no matter how dirty and messy the firewood room was, she could sleep until dawn with her eyes closed. But now, under her body is a hot Kang and warm quilt, but she is Cannot sleep!

There is someone in her heart, and there is a master of her body. In the dead of night, ah Chou is tossed and turned by the thought of bone etching. Maybe she used to complain that Zhong Mingwei tied her too tightly when she slept, but when she separated, she knew how infatuated she was with the fiery chest of men.

"I know..." Zhong Mingwei said in a hoarse voice, catching ah Chou's hand and sliding it on his chest. At last, he put it on his neck and touched a rope. He took ah Chou's hand and stroked the rope. All the way down, he finally grasped the small pendant. Zhong Mingwei kissed ah Chou's cheek and said in a hoarse voice, "every night, I put my arm around it to sleep."

"Don't hold it anymore..." Ah Chou muttered in a low voice, touching the stone. Somehow, she had the vinegar of such a small thing, but the pendant was her own.