Chu Zhiling half-closed his eyes, as if he was in a dream, and seemed to have stepped back in time a long time ago. He stretched out his hand and pinched Xin Yue's little nose:

"Why is my wife unhappy? Is someone bullying you?"

At this moment, the man's eyes were so pure, as white as the ice and snow, as pure as a child protecting the little sister next door.

Xin Yue was startled.

He has always known how to seduce people's hearts. He has a sincere and silly look, without any pretense or hostility. He is so soft and genuine, and easily opens her closed heart.

Burning pain in heart.

"Who bullied you, who bullied you..."

His eyes were blurry and deep, as if he had been drunk for many years. He lazily stood up and approached Xin Yue's lips.

Without warning, he covered her soft lips.

His breath rushed toward her overwhelmingly. Even in a dream, he knew how to rub his lips with hers.

His kisses were gentle, lingering, refreshing, domineering, filled with infinite tenderness and love, spreading densely throughout her world.

She was stunned like a demon, unable to move even if she moved.

Just because his kiss was so similar to the past, although it was strong, it was extremely gentle, and he rubbed her carefully, without any trace of the roughness and arrogance that he had just shown on the mountain.

He held her in his arms condescendingly, with such an intimate and ambiguous posture, without any gaps, a simple kiss and hug, the warmth of the past time spread from his heart, and he felt safe from head to toe.

She likes the way he looks like he's not awake, likes the way he looks gentle and beautiful, as if he's embracing the old days in the past.

Chu Zhiling smiled softly, his teeth were snow-white and very clean, and his deep and blurred eyes slowly began to heat up. Like a small flame, they stretched and burned slowly.

Her skin was as clean and white as mutton fat and warm jade, and her hair slipped through his fingertips like silk satin. Even in her dream, the throbbing feeling was so obvious, as if it was the pure simplicity of the first love, the world

She is always the only one who jumps.

He saw her smiling in a trance, her eyes were like the smoke of the five lakes, hazy and misty, and so beautiful that she seemed to be looming, floating in his field of vision.

He likes her.

He wanted to hug her, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to be closer to her, and she wanted to tear off the thin layer of mist that lingered between them, and wanted to touch her more truly.

He kissed her earlobe. He liked her ears. They were small, tender and clean. He heard her make a "hmm" sound from her nose and felt that she seemed to be itchy. His lips were against hers.

Her hair exuded a light fragrance, she stretched out her teeth and bit the little ear next to her. He heard another muffled snort coming from her breath, and he smiled mischievously, like someone who had succeeded in doing something bad.

child.

In the haze, he saw her neck, her ivory-white porcelain complexion, as clean and flawless as ice jade, hiding a faint and thin cyan pulse. Her skin was so tender and thin, like a pure jade lotus.

The petals are like petals and break when touched.

The man's usually strong caring heart became even more fierce when she was so weak. His kiss became very light, like a feather, slowly falling on her skin, and his hot breath was like a warm fire.

, Xin Yue felt like his whole body was about to fall down, falling down so softly and helplessly in a thicket of cotton.

It seems that the whole world is a pavement to comfort the time in the dream. It doesn't matter love, hate, or all the strong and distinct emotions. There is only the endless warmth evaporated from the past memories.

"Love you...I love you..."

The man's voice became very hoarse and a little difficult, as if it was a voice squeezed out from his lungs. After going through all kinds of twists and turns in his heart, it turned into a bowl of time-honored wine.

Xin Yue felt that her heart had turned into water. She allowed herself to be weak, let go of her joys and sorrows, and showed all her emotions in the middle of the night.

No longer pretending, no longer stubborn, no longer arrogant, no longer cold, he just narrowed his hazy eyes, as if trying to see the man in front of him clearly.

His kiss fell on her butterfly bone, gently and as soft as cotton.

In his memory, he rarely had such a moment, hugging her and kissing her so gently and unhurriedly. He was always stronger than gentle, and domineering than innocent.

He took off her clothes, her eyes widened, and her body couldn't help but want to curl up, but he held her tightly in his arms, warming her with his body temperature.

His lips bit her shoulder and the softness of her chest in a playful way. He felt the pitiful way she was trembling under him and wanted to laugh, but what he felt more of was pity and affection. He liked her so much.

With her weak and lovely look, there is no need to hold up a world, no need to work hard for insignificant people, no need to leave him without hesitation to pursue the so-called self-world. He likes her at this moment, trembling slightly like a shivering bird.

Grabbing his sleeve, quietly snuggled up to his side.

Half asleep and half awake, he felt that this dream was so real.

But he was in a daze, and all he could see were her eyes, so dark and clear, just like when they first met, unchanged, bright and sure, like a mirror, as if they could shine into people's hearts.

He loves her, loves her crazily.

Her body is like a work of art, on the thin side, but so ingenious. Her long neck, slender willow-like waist, and smooth long legs are just right and breathtaking.

I don't know when the salty and wet kiss changed its place. His warm lips kissed her back, leaving a peach blossom-like mark on her smooth and slender back. It seemed that he could no longer control himself.

, obviously wanted it so much, but still suppressed it, restrained it, and kissed her body lightly as if worshiping her.

He grabbed her cold little feet and covered them with both hands, trying to warm her up. Looking at the little shell-like toes, he became partial to them, picked up her ankles, and gave her a gentle kiss.

She seemed a little scared and wanted to shrink back, but Chu Zhiling let go and did not force her, but the fire in his heart became more and more intense, burning him. He bent his legs, pushed open her closed legs, and fell into the soft spring water.

, slowly, moving towards her body.

His hardness rubbed against her soft part, and he slowly pulled her closer, almost merging together. Xin Yue's consciousness suddenly became clear and intense. She knew who the person in front of her was, what kind of past they had, and she remembered it more clearly.
Chapter completed!