QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Inferority Complex Girl x Top Student Male God (10) [Slight H]

Yuan Jing's eyebrows tightened, and he pulled Yuan Shijia's school uniform jacket: "What do you want to do to me, if it isn't but doing bad things to me?"

The corners of Yuan Shijia's mouth turned upwards, and she squeezed: "I'm right at you."

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"Click." The key turned the security door with a crisp sound, and two figures walked in from outside the door.

Yuan Jing took out a pair of small slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at Yuan Shijia's feet. He took the lead into the house with putting his shoes. His gaze swept around the room, and the anxiety in his heart subsided temporarily.

Yuan Shijia was a little surprised at his reaction, but this was the first time she came to his house, and she was still more curious about the room.

The whole house is in Nordic style, simple and refreshing, the house is very clean, and people can be seen vaguely on the white floor tiles.

"Would you like a drink or juice?" Yuan Jing put down his schoolbag and asked.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yuan Shijia sat in the corner of the sofa somewhat restrained and said, "Water is good."

After receiving the water, Yuan Jing took off his school uniform, revealing the white T-shirt inside. The clothes enveloped the whole body loosely, exposing his fair skin, making his waist slim, with red lips and white teeth, making him look like a little white face when his not opening his mouth.

Yuan Shijia stared at him for a few seconds before losing the battle, raising her hand to his waist and pressing his face: "I feel that you look better than me in this way."

He looked down at her and laughed slightly, touched her arm with his hand, and hugged her head: "You look better than me."

Even if there is no nutrition, two people who like each other can continue this topic.

Tired and crooked for a while, Yuan Jing tugged Yuan Shijia's hand and looked down at her, somewhat helpless: "If you hold on like this, you won't be able to do anything for a while."

Yuan Shijia was stunned, clarified that the doubts flashed in her eyes, paused, as if recalling what she had just said, pursing the corners of her mouth.

She stretched out her hand to beat him, then stretched her hand around his waist, rushed hard on him, and turned his body.

Yuan Jing was thrown onto the sofa before he could react. She was pressing on him, her hands still tugging his clothes, her broken hair slumped around her ears, and her eyelashes trembled.

He squeezed her neck and pressed it down before Yuan Shijia raised her head. Holding her lips was a hot wet kiss.

The kiss of the two of them was strange, with a sense of recklessness, and there was some pain when their teeth hit each other.

However, no one let go, just continue to kiss.

Yuan Shijia moved her hands from Yuan Jing's chest to the sofa, supporting her body. In the end, her hands and feet were soft and she couldn't hold her back at all, her eyes were misty, as if she was drunk and dizzy after drinking a little bit of alcohol.

Yuan Jing also pulled down her school uniform jacket, and the tighter short sleeves showed the ups and downs of her figure vividly.

She unconsciously wanted to hold her chest and abdomen, holding her breath nervously.

A little annoyed, she still has some small flesh on her stomach, and this breast, which is not very big...

Yuan Jing put his hand on her waist, feeling her tension, licking and biting her lips, and then intertwined, the golden and reddish warm sun shining in a corner of the living room, a little more ambiguous and warm.

The intertwined lips were kissing and pressing with hot breath.

The boy's desires was already soaring, reaching between her legs, his eyes were fiery lust.

Yuan Shijia's hair was completely scattered, and some of her dark and soft hair fell behind her, and some hooked on Yuan Jing's body. She put her hand on his shoulder and her eyes were affectionate.

He suddenly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and his heavy breathing slapped her cheeks.

Moved, picked her up and let her sit on his lap. After a pause, he managed to slow down the enthusiasm, suppressed it and picked up her clothes to sort them out.

Yuan Shijia opened her dim eyes, with slender white fingers still resting on his shoulders, looking at him with a look of forbearance, the bold thoughts in his heart could not stop rising.

She entered into his thigh, rubbed against the base of his thigh abruptly, holding his head, starting from the forehead, cheeks, nose bridge, lips, jaw...

The sticky saliva is all over his face, her hands are still messing with the hands that Yuan Jing put on her clothes.

Yuan Jing's face was a little helpless. Yuan Shijia was playing with fire now, so that the lust that was finally suppressed was rekindled. He bit his posterior molar and looked at her bitterly: "Don't move."

Yuan Shijia immediately stopped moving obediently, her body straightened, her legs clamped between her legs, and the instep stretched into a graceful arc. The fingers touched his collarbone lightly.

An innocent look...

It's like just doing nothing, just like a child.

"I just want to kiss you." She sighed slightly, looking at him with some anxiety.