Yokohama Heart Fraudster

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    It smells like alcohol.

    He Quanlian thought in a daze.

    The thick alcohol smell spread to his nerves, making his originally sober brain seem to be intoxicated, and the hot and entangled breath became more and more irritated.

    The dexterous tongues kept hooking on one side, licking and rubbing each other, churning wanton in the mouth, rolling out the traces of sweetness.

    The person in front of him stood there obediently, letting him ask for it, but a pair of round eyes seemed to be staring at him in a daze, not fully understanding what was going on.

    He Quanlian looked in the bottom of her eyes, but she still couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.

    Sure enough, the drunk Zhongyao is too cute, and even this confused look can poke his cuteness.

    Involuntarily, while gently tracing the shape of the lips, he stretched out his fingertips and landed on the orange-haired boy's cheek, almost lovingly rubbing it.

    In the palm of his hand, the soft and smooth feel made He Quanlian simply adore it.

    So, the restless fingers slid all the way down the cheek, landed on the graceful chin, and landed on the white raised neck, sliding down almost unscrupulously.

    And the tongue pressed between the lips is still stirring up the body fluid.

    He didn't notice that Zhongyuan Zhongya's body was still shaking slightly, the heat on his face was astonishingly hot, and at the same time, the blue veins on his forehead suddenly appeared, showing an extremely enduring irritability.

    And he also gradually began to learn the movements of He Quanlian, practicing clumsily but extremely intelligently.

    At first, he was forced to kiss intermittently and dodged a little, but in the end, he had already adapted to this rhythm, and even opened his lips very gently, without any resistance.

    He Quanlian pulled away contentedly, the kiss was too sweet, and once he left this softness, he still had a little memory.

    However, this is the only time to take advantage of the danger. Not to mention how Zhongyuan Zhong will see him if he is exposed. What he hopes more is to be able to do this kind of intimate thing with Lucid Zhong, not now.

    He Quanlian took two steps back, looking at Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was still sitting on the sofa with an uneasy breath, and planned to leave the room to calm down: "...I'll go get you some water."

    He turned around and walked quickly. He wanted to leave the room full of pink bubbles, but at this moment, his arm was grabbed firmly.

    I saw that Zhongyuan Zhong did not know when he was free from the shackles of the quilt, and his body was covered with a strange red film.

    Just being clasped by his wrist, He Quanlian felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him unable to resist at all.

    And then, this feeling became more tangible.

    Grabbing his wrist, he suddenly pushed aside and pushed hard, and He Quanlian's center of gravity became unsteady under his feet, and he swayed and fell backwards, landing on the chair he was sitting on at the right angle.