Second Marriage with the Alliance Marshal

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    Ling Changfeng could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

    The man's voice was sticky and soft, and it flowed into his ears lightly, and then tangled in his heart a few times.

    The speeding car drove fast on the empty track, passing the street lamps floating in the night sky. The different pupils reflected the lights of thousands of homes in the sky, and they also flickered on and off with the scenery passing by outside the window.

    The concentration is as strong as Ling Changfeng, and he can't bear it any longer at this moment.

    He abruptly withdrew his hand and grabbed the restless paw in his palm.

    Ling Changfeng turned his head, Xu Xinghe was less than twenty centimeters away from him, his big black eyes stared at him without blinking.

    The small hand held in the palm was cold, and it was quietly curled up in his palm.

    The Adam's apple rolled, Ling Changfeng opened his mouth and asked, "Why are your hands so cold?"

    The voice was already hoarse.

    Xu Xinghe blinked and asked, "Why are your hands so hot?"

    Ling Changfeng suddenly realized——

    It's not that Xu Xinghe's hands are cold, but that his own body temperature is rising.

    A stream of heat rose from his spine and quickly flowed through his limbs.

    Let him heat up all over.

    However, Xu Xinghe still leaned forward again without knowing his life, and half of his body was attached to it.

    The car was filled with the unique sweetness of that person's pheromone.

    Filled with joy and haunting dreams.

    Ling Changfeng asked in his slightly hoarse voice, "Do you know what you are doing?"

    Xu Xinghe sniffed around him, like a puppy foraging for food, and asked incredulously, "You smell so good."

    Following his movements, the fluffy hair brushed gently across Ling Changfeng's sensitive neck.

    The latter's eyelashes trembled, and an indescribable emotion flashed across his eyes.

    This is a closed and private little world.

    Marshal Ling's car today adopts a front and rear fully partitioned design, and the cockpit and the inner cabin do not communicate with each other, so the people sitting in the driver's seat and the co-pilot can't hear everything that happens in the back seat.

    The car glass is also one-way visible, not to mention that there is no one on the special track tonight.

    So at this moment, in such a confined space, they seem to be able to do whatever they want.

    Ling Changfeng stretched out his free right hand and gently brushed the soft broken hair in front of Xu Xinghe's forehead.

    "Some intimacy after marriage—"

    Ling Changfeng asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it acceptable?"

    Xu Xinghe looked at him: "For example, rubbing your stomach or brushing your hair?"

    Ling Changfeng: "..."

    He looked at the little mate who still regarded himself as a cat after being drunk, and wondered if he should stop those unspeakable thoughts in his mind in time.