Pampering the sea

The entangled two fell to one side, and Xin Yue's arm accidentally hit the ground. A shock of pain came from the place where he fell, which made Xin Yue's expression tremble, and the rush of pleasure in his body disappeared, but the man still kissed passionately. Looking at her, his eyes were deep and confused, as if he was only immersed in the affectionate lingering with her, turning a blind eye to all the obstacles around him.He pressed her under him, and when she moved her head, she hit the leg of the table.

Xin Yue frowned. Although the heat that roamed freely in her body was still strong, because of the sudden turmoil, she, who was always sensitive, suddenly became clear.

At the same time, the memory suddenly came back, Xin Yue didn't know where the strength came from, he frowned and pushed away the distraught and infatuated Chu Zhiling, and backed away again and again.

The clothes had been torn by Chu Zhiling, Xin Yue saw his own shadow in his dark eyes, and her face was flushed in an instant, so delicate that it seemed that she could bleed.

Xin Yue's bright black eyes rolled around, and he arbitrarily grabbed the clothes that Chu Zhiling had taken off on the ground, and put them on himself indiscriminately.The loose clothes fit her exquisite and slender body, making her body look more petite and cute.

Chu Zhiling put on his pants, had no clothes to wear, and had no intention of getting up to find clothes, his eyes were stained with unremoved lust, perhaps because of her refusal, his face was sinking like water, and the passion was aroused. Live restraint.

"Where is the injury? Show me." Chu Zhiling's voice was low and magnetic, and he grabbed Xin Yue's slender wrist, and saw a bruise on her snow-white elbow that looked like jade, Frowning slightly, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xin Yue withdrew his hand uncomfortably, opened his small cherry-red mouth, and muttered, "I'm not so delicate."

Chu Zhiling's hand was warm and thick, with the smell of wine lingering indistinctly, brushed Xin Yue's cheek, and was about to brush her hair away to see her injury after hitting the table leg.

Xin Yue tilted his head, his hair fell between Chu Zhiling's fingers, and slid towards the front of his chest.In just ten seconds or so, she had already sorted out her emotions, so when she looked at Chu Zhiling at this moment, her eyes were clear and calm, without any trace of softness or confusion.

The quiet alienation opened the distance between the two.

This time Chu Zhiling didn't gather his anger as usual, he just hooked the corners of his lips in an understatement, and moved his face closer to Xin Yue, the bewitching aroma of wine sprinkled on her little face along with his breath:

"Just now, you were pestering and kissing me like a goblin, why now, you look like a high-ranking and fierce girl?"

His words were half mocking and half teasing, and it didn't sound that good to Xin Yue.

She didn't speak, he frowned slightly, showing displeasure, and then his brows relaxed quickly. He looked like a rascal, grabbed her sharp and thin chin, and said in a teasing tone:

"I'm not having fun yet."

Fingertips lingered on Xin Yue's tight lips, trying to soften the indifference at the corners of her lips.

"If you weren't so mean and shameless that you threatened me with my friend's life, do you think I'd be seldom entangled with you?"

Xin Yue didn't push away Chu Zhiling's hand on her lips, and raised his head lightly, his neck was like a graceful white swan, slender, white, proud and clear.

Her eyes were clear, without any trace of pretense.

In fact, that's what she told herself, it must be, it must be, it must be, because Chu Zhiling threatened her with Yan Zhan's life, so she obeyed his wishes.

And what was spinning in her mind was clearly the charming scene where she hugged him just now and asked him not to leave her behind.And she took the initiative to make love, singing softly.

No, it didn't happen, it's impossible, it's just an illusion, she won't still be attached to this man, it's impossible.

Her eyes were firm, seeing that Chu Zhiling's back stiffened, and the hand resting on her lips also became a little stiff.

Then he smiled slightly, with a cynical and lazy look: "Since it's a threat, let's threaten it to the end. Let's continue to pester."

A cold hand slid to the back of Xin Yue's head, and with a firm push, she sent her lips towards him. Chu Zhiling immediately covered her sweet and soft lips, and the man's dexterous tongue lingered on her lips. When he reached her jaw, he found that she was clenching her teeth tightly, clearly resisting him.

Chu Zhiling bit Xin Yue's lower lip lightly with her snow-white teeth, and smiled softly, "Yan Zhan's arm."

He knew she could understand him, and if she didn't obey, he would cut Yan Zhan's arm off.

Xin Yue clenched his small hands tightly into fists, trying hard to hold back the trembling in his heart.The cold jaw was loosened, and Chu Zhiling was allowed to plunder her lips, and the quiet and bright eyes were wide open, as if filled with tears, which were extraordinarily clear.

His hand clasping the back of her head has slowly slid towards her waist, and with his arms crossed, he embraced her in his arms.The other hand slowly reached down, slowly but firmly, wrapping around her little hand clenched into a fist.

The tip of his tongue was withdrawn from the entangled pursuit with her, and his lips were attached to her lips as if they were separated, and he murmured and asked:

"Do you hate it?"

Xin Yue glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"Helpless?"

Xin Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she clenched her hand into a fist, but still refused to let go. Her face was calm, and she didn't seem to have any intention of answering her question.

"Are you scared?"

Xin Yue raised his eyes, and took a serious look at Chu Zhiling, just because his expression was blurred and far away that she had never seen before, with a vicissitudes different from his age, like a lonely place in the distant mountains and seas. lone boat.

"I have the same feeling as you." Chu Zhiling smiled wearily, as if very tired.

Xin Yue frowned: "Since you hate it, why do you have to do this and make each other tired."

Chu Zhiling smiled: "You don't understand."

Chu Zhiling didn't know, but Xin Yue understood.

I hate the feeling of being hurt and let down, helpless as the distance grows farther and farther, and I am afraid that I will fall more and more towards the other party day after day.

Disgusted, helpless, afraid.He has both, and so does she.

But what he asked was about emotions in another sense.Did it come from the simplest ones, whether she hated his threats, whether she was helpless to succumb to reality, or whether she was afraid that he would really kill the people around her.

But he didn't know that the reason why she clenched her fists tightly was not to resist his coercion, not to endure the fate that bound her, but to repel the ripples and heartbeats in her heart caused by his approach.

She was afraid that after he had given her all the sweetness and tenderness, he would push her into hell again.

She believed that she could have that kind of concentration, even if he kissed her, she would not have the slightest wave of determination and concentration.

When Xin Yue was slightly distracted, Chu Zhiling's callused hand had slid from her waist to her thigh, and her fingertips were rubbing against the tender skin of her baby-like legs. Stretching in, slipping into her loose robe, the palm of her hand wandered along her smooth back.

"Are you going to force me?" Chu Zhiling's voice was low, and it sounded a little chilly.

He held her hips and let her sit on his lap, with deep eyes and a low voice:

"Legs spread out and wrapped around my waist."