Just as Zhou Ming stood there stupidly and didn't know what to do, Zhao Lianxin suddenly moved slowly and walked towards Zhou Ming slowly. When it walked, its waist twisted, like a March willow, with an indescribable charm, but its eyes were quite resentful. His almond eyes were sparkling, like grapes that had just been fished out of the water, making people feel loving and had a special urge to protect it.

Zhou Ming had long been confused by the monster at this moment. His eyes were staring at the monster approaching him step by step, and he only saw it as Zhao Lianxin. Although he vaguely understood in his heart that Zhao Lianxin must have been transformed from the monster, he still couldn't help but look at it. The more he looked, the more he was more shocked, and the more he looked, the deeper he was in it, and he felt his whole body rising in the air, and a heart was pounding wildly, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.

Zhao Lianxin was getting closer and closer to Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming could even feel its breathing. Looking at its bewitching face, its willow-like eyebrows, cherry-like red lips, and its delicate little nose, and a pair of big, affectionate watery eyes. Zhou Ming's heart completely melted. He just thought in his heart, is Zhao Lianxin really you, are you really alive? Zhou Ming's body trembled, whether it was excitement, love or affection, his eyes stared at the beautiful face. He knew that this was an illusory dream, but he always didn't want to wake up.

Zhao Lianxin suddenly stretched out a slender hand. The hand was white and tender, with a crystal luster. It reached in front of Zhou Ming and slowly leaned on Zhou Ming's face, soft and smooth, with a hint of warm breath. Suddenly, Zhao Lianxin opened her red lips and slowly approached Zhou Ming, and a fragrance came to her face. The faint breath, like a orchid, was closer, and the red and tender lips slowly approached Zhou Ming's face, slowly approached Zhou Ming's lips, and finally collided.

Zhou Ming tensed his body and emitted a kind of war grain from the depths of his heart. This wonderful feeling was unprecedented. He closed his eyes, his body seemed to float floating in the air, surrounded by angry flowers, wrapping his whole body. Then, Zhou Ming's body slowly softened, as if it fell on a thick layer of cotton.

The beautiful face was close to you, but Zhou Ming did not dare to open his eyes to see it, but he just felt its existence with his heart. In an instant, a slippery tongue penetrated into Zhou Ming's mouth and stirred it with Zhou Ming's tongue. Zhou Ming stood stiffly and motionless.

Suddenly, the mouth opened its breath and Zhou Ming's body tightened and he was extremely difficult to breathe. He felt that the dantian was overturning, and the blood in his body boiled. His body seemed to be in a big pot full of boiling water, making his body extremely hot.
Chapter completed!