Yokohama Heart Fraudster

26

    He Quanlian is still a little confused about the current situation.

    The orange-haired boy was lying on top of him, clasping his wrists with both hands, and gently licking his neck like a large dog.

    One after another, a warm and slippery feeling stirred on his skin, but He Quanlian could only be stunned and stunned in place, unable to move freely, her eyes widened.

    This is something that the Central Plains in the normal state will never do!

    At this moment, the positions between the two of them seem to be completely reversed. The person who can only be slaughtered by others has become himself!

    It can be seen that Zhongyuan Zhongya's mind has been completely affected.

    ...tsk.

    Although He Quanlian likes Zhongyuan Zhongya very much, and is happy to have any intimate actions with him, but this feeling of being unable to control the scene with numbness in his scalp and weakness in his limbs has awakened the panic and tension that was sleeping in his heart.

    In a word, it is the disparity in power that makes him... very cowardly.

    While the shocked brain was blank, the young man buried beside him changed his attack. He Quanlian only felt a dull pain in his neck, subconsciously frowned, and his body trembled slightly.

    The sharp teeth pierced into his smooth skin with little force, but the feeling between pain and relief was the most torturous.

    "Wait..."

    This was originally an incomparably intimate action that two people in love would do, and both the visual impact and the sensory impact had already exceeded the range that Izumi Lian could accept.

    However, Zhongyuan Zhongyuan ignored his protest, and his actions became more intense.

    He Quanlian's face couldn't help but feel a trace of heat, her clasped fingers curled up unconsciously, her lips opened and closed, and she gasped unsteadily.

    I don't know if it was because of the sweet aroma, but he felt that the skin all over his body couldn't help heating up, especially the small part of the back of his neck, which seemed to be burning.

    The slight tingling continued, and the occasional sudden attack almost made him groan, and after the gentle rubbing, the warm and soft lips landed a fine kiss on it. , a strange feeling stimulated his nerves.

    As if every cell was clamoring for joy, the brain was in a state that was half hazy and half awake.

    He Quanlian was tortured very uncomfortable, he lowered his head, this ambiguous atmosphere made him extremely eager to see Zhongyuan Zhongye's expression at the moment.

    And with his actions, Zhongyuan Zhongya's actions also stagnated for a moment.

    Those delicate eyebrows without any expression were reflected in He Quanlian's eyes.

    His azure blue eyes still have no light, they are as dark as gradually dyed ink, but the shadow of He Quan Lian is clearly reflected in his eyes. Only in this way, He Quan Lian has a feeling of being mastered by the other party.