First Frost ( Requested )

His lips are warm, as if carrying an electric current, covering her lips, moving again and again. It seems that I want to be restrained, but I am eager to be extremely dissatisfied.

It's different from the past few dragonfly kisses.

Suddenly, Sang Yan buckled her chin down, opened her teeth with the tip of her tongue, and leaned in. His hands moved to touch the back of her head, not allowing her any room to shrink.

Little by little, feed the extremely hot breath into her mouth.

Wen Yifan was a little breathless.

Wen Yifan opened his eyes, his brain was blank, and he didn't know how to respond. She grabbed his clothes uncontrollably, as if looking for a point of attachment, the strength to support him.

At this moment, she can only give everything to him.

Let him lead.

Neither of them had extra experience.

The kiss was green, but rough and warm. The teeth knocked to the lips inadvertently, bringing a little tingling sensation, making the feeling more real. Sang Yan did not constrain at all, as if he was stimulated, his actions were even more presumptuous.

There is no concealment of the **** in the eyes.

I do not know how long it has been.

Sang Yan bit her tongue lightly, and then stopped.

The lips and teeth of the two were separated, and the distance had not been extended.

Wen Yifan's breathing was a little bit faster, and he raised his eyes and noticed that his usual pale lip color was red as if congested at this moment. Going up, the man's eyes are full of emotion, vague and unclear.

It seemed that she would be transformed into her original form in the next second, and she was completely dismantled into her abdomen.

Sang Yan lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand, and slowly rubbed the water stains on her lips with his fingers. His movements are light and subtle, as if seduce seemingly nonexistent. After a while, he said dumbly: "Are you hungry?"

Because of his sudden words, Wen Yifan subconsciously groaned.

"I can't do two things at the same time. So, do you want me to heat up porridge for you first, or," Sang Yan paused, looking arrogantly, "Kiss you again?"

...

It's already ten minutes to get out of the kitchen.

Wen Yifan didn't accompany him to heat the porridge, and sat back on the sofa. She felt her mouth dry inexplicably, and she poured a full glass of water before stopping. As soon as the spirit was relaxed, the memory was pulled back to the scene ten minutes ago.

After listening to Sang Yan's words, Wen Yifan just stared at him quietly.

Then, without saying a word, he raised his hand to hook his neck and pressed down...

"..."

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan poured another glass of water and continued to pour it down. Her lips were hot and numb, and she felt so deep that she couldn't ignore it, always reminding her of the kiss just now.

next moment.

Sang Yan came out of the kitchen and lazily shouted, "Come here."

Wen Yifan quickly put down the water glass, got up and walked to the table position. Because of the intimate behavior of the two just now, she was still a little uncomfortable, and she dared not look at him at this time.