Rebirth and Space B2 : Hunting for Military Officer chase his Wife

Chapter 310: First time

Her body is her own, and she naturally knows how to hold a measure. If it really doesn't work, she won't carry it.

Nor will Meng Ziheng say that dehydration will cause death.

But this kind of rhetoric is more like arrogance and sophistry when the other person hears it. Mencius Heng didn't know what he was angry, he threw his sleeves, and sneered: "Whatever you want." After that, he never saw Song Ye again. Stride away.

Song Ye was helpless, and did not know where Meng Ziheng's fierce temper than a woman hit, simply lying on the bed, blowing a fan, exhaling gently, closing her eyes, these five kilometers really made her tired broken.

The wind rolled the curtain lightly, casting a half-blind shadow in the air, and the jasmine fragrance on the windowsill was sent into the room.

When Qin Zhan came over, the doctor had taken care of the other students. The room was silent, and half of the exquisite faces were exposed behind the white curtain. At this time, the boy in the bed had fallen asleep.

Close to the past, you can still see the two smudges produced by excessive movement on that little face, red and red, which completely subverted the young boy's cold breath and looked much more soft.

Qin Zhan stretched out her fingertips and pulled away her wet- 漉-漉 hair between her foreheads, and the soft hair lined her fingertips. The teenager still did not wake up, and her long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on her face and slept soundly.

Thinking of the face of the red-eared and red-eared boy on the plane that day he was extremely patient, Qin Zhan couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth, his eyes softened for a moment, leaned down and leaned forward, his stiff body bowed to ninety degrees. Get closer to the sleeping face of the teenager.

The smell of sweat still remained on the hair of the teenager. The thin body was floating up and down between the breaths, and the traces of exhaustion were exposed between the eyebrows. Looking at it from a close distance, it made people more aware of her small features and exquisiteness. The beauty of the whole face is like a work of art crafted by God, immature and tender, full of the sweet taste of youth.

At the moment of sticking the thin-lip, Qin Zhan couldn't help but utter a long sigh in his heart. After confirming his heart, every time he met, missed, and remembered, he was secretly Aftertaste, aftertaste the pair of frozen powder-tender-lips-under the water pool. He was confessing again, regretting that he didn't remember her taste more clearly at that time, and didn't keep the mouth longer.

The lips of the teenager are very beautiful. The thin two pieces with a touch of fans, often look sharp because of the cold look, but now you can't catch up, the hornworm feels unexpectedly soft--soft and clean, it seems There was a hint of scent lingering around the nose.

Qin Zhan originally wanted to take a look at her body, but the ghost sent the nerves out of her nerves. The body moved before the brain, and she kissed someone.

After kissing, he found that he still wanted more, more young people.

Knowing that Song Ye was a very keen and vigilant person, it was dangerous enough to stick to his lips, but Qin Zhan still had the same magic-she opened her teeth, long-driven-straight in, little by little, gentle and meticulous Tasting all the details of her.

Banging, his heart seemed to be beaten by the electric current, and began to beat frantically. The deafening sound obscured the melodious cicada from the tree outside.

He closed his eyes lightly, feeling his cheeks rolling-hot, holding his hands on both sides of the bed and pressing the sheets to swell with blue veins. This begging beggar, who was late at the age of 26, obviously felt too strong.

In his sleep, Song Ye noticed that there was a breath approaching, and the body instinctively wanted to respond. The dehydrated and fatigued body was like being filled with lead, and it was difficult to move even a finger, and it was better to be able to stop the heavy eyelids, life and death. Can't stand it.

Suddenly, she smelled a familiar faint smell of tobacco on her body. The familiar taste made her rigid and defensive limbs relax again. There seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her that this person would not hurt her. .

Lips came with a soft-soft hornworm sensation, a warm breath fluttered-her eyelids were tickling, it made people want to avoid it, but the next second, the lips were separated, and the softness of the sound was soft-soft The strength of the hornworm's sense of pressure was a bit heavy, with a bit of overbearing-invading-into her mouth, intruding on her tranquility.

The mouth is filled with familiar taste, slightly bitter, but not bad tobacco taste, which is reassuringly safe.

The owner of this taste will not hurt herself, so there is no need to resist, so she gives up the resistance, passively and quietly accepts the gentle care of the other side, wanton invasion-occupation.

But, who is the master of this taste ...?

Tired of thinking back and forth, she couldn't find the results until the tongue was numbly kissed, and she wanted to protest.

"Hmm ..." The protest was a slight moan—groaning, so weak that it was almost negligible, but just after that sound, she felt the **** worm on her lips disappear.

The faint smell of tobacco lingering at the nose was replaced by another breath. A slightly cold hand was put on his forehead. Song Ye's heart suddenly meditated, and his eyes were suddenly opened from his sleep. Holding the opponent's wrist in place, those unfocused eyes stared at the person so coldly.

"His, what are you crazy about?" The next person took a breath and yelled in pain.

Suddenly, Song Ye was sober, seeing the face of the coming man, it was Mencius Heng.

Realizing that the other party was just trying to take his own body temperature, Song Ye quietly let go of his hand, and his dry throat asked a little husky: "Who was here just now?"

Hearing that, Mencius Heng suddenly shook his head, "I don't know, I also just saw the school doctor was absent, and I didn't see anyone before or after."

no one? Song Ye frowned slightly, always feeling what happened when he was asleep ... hiss, remembering just now, it was forgotten by Mencius Heng.

She coughed slightly and sat upright.

Mencius turned with great eyesight to pour water. "Don't move, the doctor said you need to rest." Although hostile to his mouth, looking at Song Ye's weak face, he was still a gentleman and took care of people.

It was only after pouring the water that he stung. When he went out just now, there was no kettle on the table, and the water was still warm. He raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding area, but found no half figure, a little doubt flashed in his mind, and didn't care much.

Looking at the man in the bed drinking water with small sips, his lips were red and gorgeous like a little girl, how could Mencius Heng not expect this man to be so stubborn in his bones, and still a cow temper.

"I'll be fine later. Do you have any friends coming to look at you?" Mencius asked.