Later, the two sat hugging each other, chatting one after another.

Not all are meaningful topics, and some dialogues are nutritious.

But the two people who usually pay attention to the concept of time do not feel that they are wasting time at all. Instead, they chat like this, and they feel that they can chat from late at night until dawn, as if they have endless things to talk about until they grow old forever.

Later, Zhao Qingyan became a little tired and wanted to sleep in a drowsy manner.

In a daze, I felt that someone gently kissed her forehead. A very harsh kiss slowly flowed from her forehead to her eyebrows... and then to the tip of her nose... and finally fell onto her lips and pecked her.

Zhao Qingyan felt his love lazily, and his heart felt fulfilled.

As Qiao Junxi's movements became more and more frequent, her face itched. She thrust her mouth and said in a dreamy voice: "Well... itchy... don't make a fuss..."

She didn't know that obedient and coquettish look, but it fell into Qiao Junxi's eyes in the slightest. In addition, the warm and bright light in the living room made her skin look crystal clear, like a thousand-year-old beautiful mutton fat jade, which was really attractive.

In the quiet night, everything slowly returns to peace.

However, at this moment, Qiao Junxi's body sent a signal of unwillingness to calm down. The blood flow suddenly accelerated, and even the beating of his heart became fierce and powerful. He could no longer taste her implicitly as before.

He didn't want to restrain himself anymore, and his warm lips and tongue began to entangle. His warm breath sprayed on her face, burning her originally quiet heart.

It is impossible for Zhao Qingyan to take a rest peacefully for a while.

She was a little annoyed at him, but before her little temper broke out, she was deeply obsessed with his breath. Before she could even recover from her completely, she was completely confused by Qiao Junxi's breath.

She responded the same way to him as if she was possessed.

The slim hands passed through his thick black hair, buckled his head towards him, and then gently bit his thin lips with his bald teeth, as if to punish his behavior just now, and as if he was sending some kind of provocation to him.

In Qiao Junxi's eyes, Zhao Qingyan was like a little wild cat with a scale touched by a reverse scale, with her not sharp minions and pretending to be fierce.

However, in Qiao Junxi's opinion, she is so cute.

He had no intention of stopping her and let her do whatever she wanted.

Until Zhao Qingyan pressed his lips on his Adam's apple, at that moment, he felt blood flowing backwards in his body, and all the power in his body rushed towards the Ren and Du meridians. He pounced forward and directly knocked Zhao Qingyan down.

"Little guy, do you know if you get angry?" His low and hoarse voice seemed particularly ambiguous, and there was a desire hidden in his bright black eyes.

"Huh?" Before Zhao Qingyan could react, her hazy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight.

Just as she hesitated for a moment, Qiao Junxi domineeringly sealed her lips with irresistible enthusiasm...

When his hands were no longer restless and wanted to penetrate the hem of his clothes, Zhao Qingyan suddenly murmured in pain, and then woke up completely, stopping all his movements.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her face dimmed a little, Qiao Junxi was puzzled. He didn't do anything yet!

Zhao Qingyan sat up embarrassedly, covering her stomach, and whispered: "It seems that my aunt is here."
Chapter completed!