Chapter 668: Serious, Real Hooligan

Qiao Aiwen's eyes widened. She couldn't make out Ling Yue's facial features at all from such a close distance. There were only someone's closed eyelids and long eyelashes in front of her. She was used to seeing his well-dressed and unconventional appearance. Now he He suddenly transformed into a beast in clothes, exuding the danger and possessiveness of an adult man. She was frightened for a moment, and subconsciously made a struggle to push him away. This action stimulated Ling Yue even more. He opened his mouth to hold her, and the tip of his tongue He barged in and at the same time, clamped his hands on her arms to prevent her from moving.

She tilted her head, and he immediately chased after her, like a cornered beast, infusing the air with his scent.

Qiao Aiwen was pressed by him to an angle where she couldn't move. He captured her lips again, covered them without any explanation, pried them open, stirred them...

He was forcefully domineering the whole time, and she kept tensing and shrinking. It took about half a minute before he slowly stopped, resting his forehead on the top of her head, his lips slightly open, and breathing heavily.

Qiao Aiwen tilted her head, tears falling uncontrollably, each one was very big.

When Ling Yue saw this, he frowned slightly. It was because the nerves in his heart were collectively affected and it hurt so much.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he raised his hand to wipe her tears. Qiao Aiwen ducked, and his fingers froze in the air, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."

"I don't want your apology, I want you to tell me whether you like me or not?"

Qiao Aiwen slowly straightened her head and looked up at him.

Ling Yue imprisoned her within his own sphere of influence, and when he saw her big, pitiful eyes filled with grievances, for a moment, nothing mattered.

He opened his thin lips and replied in a low voice: "I like it."

Tears fell faster, Qiao Aiwen asked: "Do you love me?"

Ling Yue said: "Love."

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugged him, opened her mouth and cried out "Wow". Ling Yue was stunned for a few seconds, and then he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly in his arms.

After a long time, when the crying subsided, Qiao Aiwen was in the mood to slowly appreciate Ling Yue's arms. It turned out that this was how he felt when he was held in his arms. He looked cold, but in fact his body was very hot, his flesh was very strong, and there was laundry detergent on his body. Fragrance.

The two stood motionless at the door and hugged each other. For a long time, Ling Yue was the first to speak: "Do you want some paper?"

Qiao Aiwen sniffed, "No." As she said that, she turned her face towards him.

Ling Yue was as still as a clock, and Qiao Aiwen began to be dishonest. She touched his back with her hands and said in a low voice: "You have lost a lot of weight."

"Um."

"Do you think what I think?"

"..."

After waiting for a while and not hearing his answer, Qiao Aiwen struggled in his arms and asked, "Do you think I will die if you say a word?"

Ling Yue hugged her arms tighter, as if he was afraid that she would run away, and a low and sweet voice came, he said: "You asked knowingly."

The corners of her lips rose uncontrollably. The more Qiao Aiwen tried to pretend to be calm, the higher the curve of her lips rose. After trying several times, her face almost twitched. She simply couldn't bear it and replied with an obviously proud voice: " Don't think that everyone is just a roundworm in your belly. I'm not as heartless as you think. I thought you liked me, but a self-righteous look from you can bring me back to my original shape. No matter how confident I am, I can't. I can't bear your repeated denials, I..."

"I like it, I like it very much." Ling Yue suddenly spoke, and Qiao Aiwen immediately fell silent.

After a few seconds, she hugged him hard, as if she was trying to stuff herself into him.

When the hug could no longer suppress the surging joy in her heart, Qiao Aiwen took the initiative to raise her head and stared at him without blinking. Ling Yue also looked down at her.

"Guess what I'm thinking about now?" Qiao Aiwen opened and closed her lips, her voice softer than usual.

Ling Yue said: "I don't know."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Don't you always think that the other party should know everything even if you don't tell them? Why do you say you don't know now?"

Ling Yue was silent.

Qiao Aiwen stared at him intently, and for a moment, she said: "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Don't you want to kiss her?

Ling Yue's head buzzed, and his fingertips were also numb. His whole body was tense, and his bulging Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Qiao Aiwen raised her head and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, there was a gentle and soft weight on her lips. Ling Yue was very gentle and gentle this time, as if she were treating a fragile treasure. Qiao Aiwen slowly opened her mouth and let him Enter, and then follow his rhythm, entangled with each other.

Different from the first time when he plundered unilaterally, this time the two of them cooperated together. It was not the first time that Ling Yue was surprised by the softness of her lips, but it was the first time that he knew that her tongue could be so flexible. Although it was green, it was Every touch stirred the sensitive nerves in his body.

In fact, she was very embarrassed, after all, it was her first kiss, but she really liked Ling Yue so much, just like a person who loves ice cream cakes. One day, she finally met an ice cream cake that would kill her if she didn't eat it. After all the hard work, this piece Now that the cake was finally placed in front of her, what else could she do besides eating it and eating it in big gulps?

From passive to active, from immature to skilled, Qiao Aiwen gradually turned her back on the guest. She didn't open her eyes, and she didn't see that at some point, Ling Yue's face became redder and redder, even the roots of his ears were obviously red.

She thought he was too tall and her neck was sore, so she had to reach out and hook his neck and pull him down. Only by touching her did she realize that his skin was hot and slightly damp.

The kiss lasted for dozens of seconds, but Ling Yue couldn't help but interrupt it in the end. Qiao Aiwen also opened her eyes, with a blur of heat in her eyes.

As adults, we all know that there is something smelly and explosive in the air.

Hearing the sound of swallowing, Ling Yue said, "Are you thirsty?"

Qiao Aiwen was still immersed in the kiss just now, her brain was filled with mud, and she replied slowly: "It's okay."

Ling Yue said: "I'm thirsty."

"Oh." She responded, "Then you go and drink."

Ling Yue wanted to leave, but her arms were still around his neck. He raised his hand to break her hand away, held it in his own, and pulled her toward the living room.

It was only then that Qiao Aiwen secretly made a shameful face. Damn it, did she act too lusty and dissatisfied just now?

Walking to the sofa, Ling Yue said: "Sit for a while."

"Yeah." She said with rare obedience.

He let go of his hand and walked forward, and Qiao Aiwen suddenly shouted: "Hey."

Ling Yue turned around and she looked at the transparent kettle on the table, "There is water here."

Ling Yue was also confused and didn't even know what he was doing.

Looking at the kettle on the table, he walked over and swore to God that Qiao Aiwen really glanced at the middle of his pants accidentally. He was wearing rice-colored house pants, soft fabric, originally loose and casual, but at this time it was revealed A shape that should not appear.

At this glance, Qiao Aiwen looked away, and the talkative old driver began to feel at a loss.