Chapter 613: Idiot 1
Song Zhao's face was red and his ears were hot, covered by the man's moist lips and tongue, it was quite comfortable.
She couldn't help raising her head, tilting her head up to make it easier for the other party to lick.
Si Yu licked the corner of his lips.
He hugged Song Zhao's waist with his arms, and unconsciously pressed it into his arms, sticking to him inseparably.
As soon as he lowered his gaze, he could see Song Zhaobai's tender and slender neck, which was covered by strands of black sandalwood hair, seemingly delicate.
His dark eyes sank.
Thinking of Song Zhao's seductive gesture when he drank the wine with lowered eyes just now, "Speak?"
Caught off guard, Song Zhao groaned softly and muttered, "It hurts."
Si Yu stretched his jaw and laughed hoarsely, "Where does it hurt?"
A hoarse hot air spread from the neck, and the skin that rolled over brought out waves of numbness.
Song Zhao straightened his back, fluttered his eyelashes, and looked at him blankly and ignorantly, like a deer lost in the forest.
Si Yu, on the other hand, is like a big bad wolf with malicious intentions.
Song Zhao's face was red, her cat eyes were bright, and she was delicate and soft.
This is what Ah Zhao said.
The young master, who couldn't bear it any longer, pressed Song Zhao on the bed with his backhand.
Song Zhao really became a fish on the chopping board.
His fingers were slender and beautiful, and he clasped her fingers with well-defined joints.
Pressing against the gap between the fingers, rubbing up and down suggestively.
"Azhao, call me husband."
He is so gentle.
The kiss is very sweet.
Song Zhao was dizzy, and liked this feeling so much, he called obediently, "Husband~"
That's all.
Si Yu's eyes trembled, and she raised the back of her head even higher, turning the passion and blood all over her body into a storm, which hit Song Zhao.
No one can understand.
How long has he waited for this moment.
He thought it was a one-man show with no response, but he was also prepared to be alone for a lifetime.
But in the dark world, the light he wanted teared apart and illuminated him.
Si Yuduo was afraid that this was a dream, he could only prove it with actions and feel Song Zhao's reaction.
Even if he had already noticed that Song Zhao was almost out of breath, his chest heaved obviously, and his heartbeat became faster and faster.
It wasn't until he was sure that Song Zhao's state had reached the limit that he slowly released his strength, and lightly pecked at her lips that were opening and closing for breathing due to lack of oxygen.
"On the night of the Lantern Festival, I was very happy that you came to find me."
Song Zhao was sobered and drunk by his own life.
She slowly recovered her breath, and asked him squintingly, "If I hadn't come that night, would you really want to take another woman's purse?"
how can that be possible.
Si Yu knew his choice very clearly, he lightly rubbed the tip of Song Zhao's nose with the tip of his nose.
He licked the corner of his lips, "You didn't come, I will go to you."
"I don't regret the marriage at all." Si Yu said confidently, "You can only marry me."
"You are so shameless." Song Zhao said.
The night was hazy, and the moonlight came in from the window, gently covering the overlapping figures of the two.
Before Song Zhao could fully recover, he started to kiss again.
The kiss was very gentle this time, from forehead to cheek, from eyes to nose.
Like appreciating tea, neither rush nor slow, careless.
"But you are here."
He said,
"That's when I swore."
"I will always be your servant."