Chapter 614 Five Minutes, You Are Not Allowed to Move (2)

Ji Anning's eyes widened even wider, she let the man's lips nibble lightly on hers in a daze.

Let his mother pry open her teeth, hook her tongue, and wrap her gently and slowly.

She clenched her fists with both hands, and pressed herself stiffly on the sofa, but her body became softer and softer under the man's kiss.

Five minutes, how long is it?

Will they suffocate?

Ji Chicheng's body was also motionless, and his hands were placed almost in the same way as Ji Aning.

In this way, every minute and every second passed, Ji Anning's heartbeat went from missing a beat to a frenzied "plop plop plop".

Although Wang Chun~ the water was stirred up, they didn't go beyond the slightest.

Ji Chicheng opened his mouth again and again, every time he seemed to swallow Ji Aning, every time he opened his mouth, he could arouse Ji Anning's frenzy of desire.

Ji Anning was gasping for breath, her hands were clenched into fists, the palms were covered with sweat, and so was her neck.

The more intense Ji Chicheng kissed, the more emptiness Ji Anning felt inside, what should I do... She really wanted to hug him, really wanted to hug him tightly.

"The ball went in...the ball went in..."

The desire was almost uncontrollable, and Ji Anning was about to turn her head to look at the screen to distract herself, when Ji Chicheng suddenly reached out and hugged her, pushing her down on the sofa.

He lowered his head and looked at her with deep black eyes.

Ji Anning's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly the commentator's excited broadcast came from the TV.

"Barça scored another goal five minutes after the last..."

Barcelona again?

Ji Anning turned to look at the TV screen. The Barcelona players were hugging and cheering, and some were rolling on the ground to vent their excitement.

She looked at Ji Chicheng again.

His eyes were still staring at her firmly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Her red and swollen lips trembled after being kissed, and she said, "Uncle, you want to..."

What are you doing!

Before she could ask the question, Ji Chicheng suddenly interrupted her, "Don't do anything."

Just look at it like this, take a closer look, and see if An Ning has changed in the past two years.

Is it... or the little An Ning who held his hand and said that he would take him away with him.

Ji Anning pursed her lips, her eyes met Ji Chicheng's.

The hearing automatically blocked the sound from the TV, and everything around became very quiet, as if still.

They can clearly feel each other's heartbeat, each other's breath, and each other's desire.

"Barcelona scored two goals in the first half, leading Real Madrid 2-0..."

Intermission is over and the second half begins.

Ji Chicheng suddenly got up and resumed his original sitting posture.

Ji Anning glanced at him, but didn't get up immediately, took a few breaths, and then slowly got up, sat, and leaned on the comfortable and soft sofa back.

Staring absently at the TV screen.

She put her hands on the sofa casually, and when her heartbeat stabilized a little, she glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye, and he was watching the TV intently.

Ji Anning lowered her eyes, and saw Ji Chicheng's beautiful hand, right next to her hand.

The slender fingers, with distinct joints, were obviously motionless, but seemed to be pulling at her heartstrings, and her hand couldn't help approaching.

bit by bit.

Finally, when her little finger touched Ji Chicheng's, she raised her head and scratched at his joints.

Looking at Ji Chicheng's face again, he didn't respond at all.

She used two fingers to stuff under Ji Chicheng's palm.