surrender to her

Chapter 59 Kiss, also young and rough

The bright white light of the round chandelier casts down from the top of the head, and Meng Cheng is surrounded by the deep shadow cast by the boy's large body on the pool table. The ambiguity overflows quietly, the subtle but magnified sound of the cloth rubbing against each other, and the temperature of the body surface is in the tranquility of looking at each other. Once at the top.

Meng Cheng blinked his eyes slowly, bit his lips lightly, and suddenly a flash flashed in his down-to-earth brain, and he cobbled together a sentence.

In the end...who is catching whom...?
I always feel that she is playing a trap, trapping herself...

The girl's upper body was half bent on the pool table, her thin waist was bent, it was so soft that it concaved a beautiful and sultry curve, her long black hair with a light fragrance hung down from her snow-white shoulders, and fell in strands on the edge of the table.

No matter where the eyes look, it is very visually impactful.

He Liangchi licked his dry lips, the dark light in his cold and uplifted phoenix eyes surged, and the wind and rain were about to come, but his face was still extremely dignified, like a Buddha child who was sitting still in his arms.

His palm slowly moved down along her waistline, and the tiger's mouth tightly grasped the side of her soft waist.

The thin skirt material was not insulated, and Meng Cheng was shivering all over his body from the heat of his palm. His legs softened, but he was firmly nailed between him and the pool table.

Immediately, the rough touch of his palm slid across his arm, and then fingertips fiddled with his fingertips. Meng Cheng slowly realized that he was adjusting her grip posture.

He he he... definitely not simple!
As soon as this idea came up, his deep voice rang in his ears: "Don't look at me, watch the ball."

Almost at the same time when Meng Cheng turned her head forward, her hand holding the cue was wrapped, and as a force was transmitted to her arm to push the cue and hit it, the colored billiard balls on the table rolled and scattered in an instant, and the collision was crisp. the sound of.

This table was an endgame that others hadn't finished playing. After a neat shot, the remaining colored balls fell into the pocket one after another. At the moment when the game was finalized, Meng Cheng stared blankly.

One...all in one shot? ? ?
According to her level, this endgame is enough for her to play for 10 minutes...

"You can play pool?!" she heard herself ask in shock.

No, it's not just being able to play, it's a very good level. Except for Boss Jiang, she has never seen anyone clear the table with one stroke.

He Liangchi looked down at her: "I didn't seem to say I couldn't."

"..."

Well, it was shown.

Meng Cheng blinked and asked expectantly, "Can I do it again? I didn't see clearly just now."

"Ah."

He Liangchi played a few rounds with her.

"Why are you so good at billiards?" Meng Cheng asked.

He Liangchi said: "I used to work in a billiard hall."

Meng Cheng lazily leaned against the edge of the table, facing him, with the pole in his hand standing on the ground. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, and said in an unclear tone, "Teach others how to play billiards?"

"Including." He Liang replied late.

Meng Cheng hummed softly, and threw the cue at him, "Teach other girls to be the same as before? Close to the body?"

He Liangchi narrowed his eyes, and said truthfully, "No."

He paused, "There are many ways to teach billiards."

And he doesn't teach girls.

Meng Cheng stretched his brows and eyes, curled his lips into a smile, and deliberately played with the tone: "Then why did Ah Chi choose to teach me personally?"

He Liangchi's long body leaned loosely, his eyes were locked on her beautiful and petite slapped face for a moment, his voice was light but full of meaning: "Isn't that what you want?"

The air was quiet.

"Is it just me who wants it?"

She asked a question back, the tail tune dragged on for a long time and rose slightly.

At the same time, propping his hands back on the edge of the table beside him, he sat on tiptoes.

The slender calf swayed slightly off the ground, Meng Cheng looked at him with a smile on his face, and suddenly leaned forward, she raised her arm, inserted her fingertips into the gap between the front buttons of his shirt, hooked it forward, and pulled him Hook it to yourself.

The place has to be found, right?
If you don't tease me back, I will swear that my surname is not Meng!

Meng Cheng's knees were in front of the boy's legs, and the firm and tight muscles under the fabric were clearly palpable.

She climbed onto his shoulders with both hands, straightened her slender back, and pressed it against his broad chest, raised her head a little, showing the smooth lines of the swan neck, and sent her delicate lips to the neckline of his neck , she watched the veins on his cold white neck twitch.

"I want more than this."

She left a red mark on his neckline, looked at him with satisfaction, then stepped back and stared at his eyes, and smiled provocatively: "Can you give it all?"

He Liangchi's clear and distinct jaw line was stiff and sharp, his eyes were half down, he stared at her secretly, suddenly, he raised his hand to pinch her wrist, cut her hands behind her back, and held her with one hand.

His nostrils were filled with the charming fragrance of her body, like a beautiful and alluring poppy, addictive and irresistible, his free hand was placed on Meng Cheng's back, his head was buried, and his hoarse voice was muffled in the hollow of her neck : "Must be like this?"

Grind him to death.

The hot breath sprayed on the collarbone of the neck, Meng Cheng was ticklish and unable to move, arched his shoulders, and smiled coquettishly: "What?"

He Liangchi didn't speak, and was too quiet.

Meng Cheng could feel that his lips were so close that they could be burned on her neck as long as they were lowered by an inch, but he never made a further step, letting his scorching and chaotic breathing burn her skin.

For a long time, a heavy weight was placed on her shoulders, supporting the boy's chin.

He Liangchi bowed slightly, let go of the hand holding her, wrapped his arms around her back, and suddenly hugged her tightly.

Meng Cheng was taken aback.

But she was not happy, because when her heart touched, in the beating frequency, she seemed to share his sadness.

She hugged him back, and asked softly, "Ah Chi...what's the matter with you?"

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this depressed and depressed sadness started when she went to his house at noon, but there is no difference between his different emotions, and it is not easy to find.

"As I said, you don't have to bear it in front of me. You are happy, but you are also sad."

Perhaps because he was confused, He Liangchi remained silent.

Meng Cheng stopped asking.

After hugging her for a while, He Liangchi let go of her, straightened up, and left without looking at her.

"gone."

Meng Cheng: "???"

Don't recognize anyone after hugging?

How can there be such a thing? !

The boy with long legs reached the door in a few steps, Meng Cheng chased after him angrily, and complained: "He Liangchi, you scumbag."

"You won't be responsible after hugging."

He Liangchi: "..."

Meng Cheng was at a loss as to whether he was going or not.

A man's heart, a needle in the sea, I can't figure it out after guessing.

It was late, the night was as thick as ink, and the two shadows were stretched long by the dim street lights in the narrow alley.

The more Meng Cheng thought about it, the more puzzled he became. He didn't know what he was talking about, so he simply pushed him against the wall and asked domineeringly: "What's the matter with you? What's the matter with the long mouth? You just have something to say. "

He Liangchi: "..."

The faint light yellow street lights shone on the two of them, his face was half-lit and half-dark, and he still didn't make a sound.

Meng Cheng sighed helplessly, raised his hand, gently pointed at his Wulang brow bone, and gently stroked it back, "The few expressions you have are either frowning or frowning, Ah Chi, can you smile more? "

He Liangchi looked at her deeply, the girl was like a red rose blooming in the dark night, even if the light shining on her body was insufficient, it was still dazzling.

He suddenly asked: "Why do you insist on provoking me?"

"Because I like you." It's not the first time Meng Cheng said this to him, and he was still very serious: "It's not sympathy, it's not pity, it's heartache."

He will feel distressed when he hears others slander him and see others bully him.

It hurts to see the shocking scars he hurt himself.

But every time I look into his dejected eyes, my heart throbs with pain.

"You like me?" he murmured again.

"correct."

"How long will you like me?" he asked again.

"forever."

How warm and sincere the girl's frank liking is, it is probably reflected in her unhesitating and firmness when she uttered these two words.

He Liangchi pulled a very shallow smile on his lips, a little astringent, "Meng Cheng, don't talk too much."

"Oh." Her eyes became brighter and brighter under the gloom, and she smiled: "Then I will make it."

Before He Liangchi could react and understand this sentence, Meng Cheng took action, raised his heels, raised his head and closed his eyes, and kissed him on the lips.

"..."

He Liangchi's drooping eyelashes trembled violently, and the hand beside him subconsciously clenched and clenched.

His clear and shallow eyes became deep and bottomless, his mind was disconnected, he didn't know how long he had let her kiss carelessly, and when he came back to his senses, he loosened his hand suddenly, grabbed her and hooked her around his neck after hand.

The position changed in an instant, Meng Cheng's hand was held by him, and he was pressed against the wall.

He kissed it back.

It is also green and turbulent, and the complex emotions have found an outlet.

After getting along with each other in recent days, those unreal beauty actually made him forget the reality.

But when she stood out of place in his dilapidated room, the drawer of the desk behind her was full of his hidden secrets of secret love.

And that umbrella, she no longer remembers.

In the house that He Zhixiao found for them to hide in, in front of Xu Huilan, he was reminded and warned that they were still worlds apart.

But he can't let go of his love for her, whether it's paranoid possessiveness or greedy selfishness, she seduces him step by step, and he falls step by step.

If she really wanted to, he could dedicate his body and mind without reservation, and be played by her without hesitation.

just.

Follow him.

He Liangchi breathed heavily in her ear, and said hoarsely: "Meng Cheng, if you want to play with me, you'd better play with me forever."

Don't abandon him, anyone can leave him, but she can't.

he will die.

(End of this chapter)