Moonlight Kissed The Red Rose

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When Qi Yuanhan was completely awake, the hem of the skirt was pushed to the waist by Ye Qinghe, the coolness spread from the skin, and the aroused cells began to clamor.

The blurred vision gradually became clear. She watched Ye Qinghe pin the falling hair behind her ears, and the red lips were about to fall.

Qi Yuanhan closed his eyes.

Only with a few seconds left, she tilted her head.

Ye Qinghe asked: "What's wrong?"

She spoke next to Qi Yuanhan's ear, and her breath fell on Qi Yuanhan's ear, which was hot and scorching.

Qi Yuanhan said: "I don't like women."

"Is it the same as if you don't drink?" Ye Qinghe asked.

Qi Yuanhan said, his voice was dumb.

Ye Qinghe said, "But you lied."

Qi Yuanhan looked at Ye Qinghe suspiciously. She did not drink alcohol. From elementary school to the present, she did not drink alcohol. No matter when and where, she abides by this creed.

Ye Qinghe also looked back straight at Qi Yuanhan, knelt beside her, the bed sheet pressed by her knees sank deeply, and the skin on the side of her legs was close to her waist.

Qi Yuanhan was very uncomfortable looking at her when she lay flat. She didn't like the feeling of being suppressed. She held her arms and remembered, she listened to Ye Qinghe and said, "Didn't you say you are cold?"

Qi Yuanhan's movements stopped, supporting an arm to escape from this kind of control, but Ye Qinghe sat directly on her waist, causing Qi Yuanhan to snorted. Ye Qinghe pinched her chin, and put his fingers on her lips.

Ye Qinghe's fingering skills are very good, rubbing her lip line, skillfully prying her lips open, like a tongue licking. The tip of her tongue, light, itchy, like an airtight net, let her again Nowhere to escape.

After finishing it, Qi Yuanhan’s lips were moist, and Ye Qinghe was not doing any extra work. He lay down, panting as if he had lost his strength, and said, "Do you think people can control their desires?"

It was late at night, and the sound of moving hour and minute hands reminded them that time was quietly flowing. Qi Yuanhan didn't want to discuss late-night philosophy with her, turned over and habitually rolled his legs to sleep.

In the past, Qi Yuanhan slept lightly, and he had to rely on drugs to fall asleep. This time he closed his eyes and fell into a dream. When she woke up again, the morning sun reached her eyes, and the shards of light fell, urging her to open her eyes.

His arms were numb under pressure, Qi Yuanhan turned over and pressed down on something soft, and then looked over and found that Ye Qinghe was still next to her.

Ye Qinghe actually slept in her room all night?

Ye Qinghe snorted twice, breathing on her shoulders, eyes loose and lazy, and said, "Good morning."

Qi Yuanhan sat up from the bed, squeezed the hemp on his forearm, picked up the pajamas on the ground to wear, turned his head to see Ye Qinghe buttoning the hidden buttons of his underwear, fingers peeking in from the hem, revealing a slender waist with the buttons. The folded clothes fell off in a rush.

Ye Qinghe went out from the room first. When opening the door, Zhou Weichuan was raising his hand to knock on the door. He opened his eyes slightly when he saw the scene inside.

In the morning, the three people had a meal together. Zhou Weichuan poured a glass of milk for Qi Yuanhan, set her dinner plate, and did everything carefully. He asked, "How did you sleep last night?"