They Are Not Human!

Chapter 189: home 12

"Of course not!"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she moved nervously to the other side of the chair.

He pinched his palms and said dryly, "You should go to bed when you are full."

Oz looked at his panicked appearance, and his brows gradually relaxed.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes couldn't help falling on his open and closed lips.

Wen Qing's lips are three-dimensional and full, and the corners of the lips are naturally smiling, slightly raised, because they have just eaten the noodle soup, the lips are extraordinarily bright red, and the lips are slightly convex, as if they had been kissed.

He hasn't started kissing yet.

Oz stared at the soft lips, his throat rolling up and down.

Even if Wen Qing didn't raise her eyes, she could feel Oz's gaze falling on her face.

He was even more nervous, and stammered and added: "Eat, eat and exercise, it's not good for your health."

Oz chuckled lightly, raised his hand and pressed the back of Wen Qing's chair, trapping the person in the chair.

He slowly lowered his head, leaned in front of Wen Qing, and asked, "If you don't do it, kiss me."

Compared with the other request, kissing is simply a sub-question.

Wen Qing tilted his head, quickly pecked Oz's face, and asked in a low voice, "Is it alright?"

Oz chuckled lightly, with a little smile in his eyes:

"Baby, this is not a kiss."

"that's."

The voice fell to the ground, and there was a warm breath on Wen Qing's lips.

Ozzy licked his lips, and the hands that were originally on the chair were on his shoulders.

The warmth of his palm seeped into his skin through his clothes, and his body shivered gently, forcing him to lift his head and accept Oz's kiss.

Ozzy's kiss was rough, licking his lips, biting gently, biting like a dog.

Wen Qing opened his mouth, feeling like he was about to be eaten into his stomach.

He murmured unconsciously, and then he felt a more rude kiss.

Ozzy pried open his teeth almost urgently, licking every part of his mouth, wrapping the tip of his tongue against the base of his tongue.

Wen Qing's brain was a little clouded by the kiss, his mouth was sore and painful, and there was an indescribable comfort, the numbness spread along his spine to his limbs, even if Oz didn't hold him, he was almost exhausted.

He couldn't help snorting a few times, curled his fingers, and tugged at Ozzy's sleeve.

Hearing his soft humming, Oz looked straight at Wen Qing's wet red misty eyes, and the movements between his lips and teeth paused slightly.

Wen Qing looked at him with tears in her eyes, her eyes were full of confusion, as if she was asking how to stop?

Why don't you kiss?

Ozzy's breath stagnated, pressing his shoulder, tickling his soft tongue vigorously.

The sound of sticky lips and teeth echoed in the living room.

Wen Qing was so stupefied by the kiss that she didn't react until the kiss ended.

He leaned feebly on Oz's arm, breathing heavily.