Chapter 3395 Witch 25

The boy was angrier than her, and held her arms tighter. No matter how hard the witch pulled, she couldn't pull him away.

"That was a prank. Didn't you see that his feet were swollen from being stepped on by me?"

"But you let him kiss you!" The boy continued to make trouble unreasonably.

The witch felt a headache and held her forehead, explaining: "That's just the back of her hand."

"But he still touched your body with his dirty lips!"

Witch: "..."

Drunk little guys are not cute at all!

"Then what do you think we should do?"

You can't just sit on the roof all night together, right?

"What, what should I do?"

Dyson repeated a sentence, blinking his green eyes in confusion, shining brightly under the night sky.

He suddenly curled his lips, as if he had thought of a particularly good idea.

"Then! I want to kiss you too!"

"Okay, just a kiss?" The witch really couldn't do anything to him and didn't even know how to get this guy off.

She took the initiative to stretch out her fair and slender little hand and put the back of her hand against the boy's lips, "Here, just for a moment. After the kiss, you have to go down and rest!"

The young man did not answer, but already lowered his head and kissed the place where Albert had kissed him during the day.

With a soft, moist touch, the witch blinked in surprise. Why does it feel different?

It was also a hand-kissing ceremony. When Albert kissed the back of her hand, she felt her heart stop and even wanted to slap him.

But when the boy's soft lips fell on her hand.

The tip of his tongue brushed the dark blue veins on the back of her hand, and the soft curly hair brushed her arms.

All the feelings are very novel.

Therefore, when the young man found the water source with a tentative attitude, like a thirsty puppy in the desert, and pressed his lips to her pink lips, she surprisingly did not refuse.

As a result, the boy who was numbed by alcohol became excited, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.

Maybe it’s in a dream——

Because in reality, the witch would not obey him so obediently and be held in his arms and kissed.

The moonlight is like gauze, bright and clear.

The light shines on the witch's fresh and fair body like a girl, as if it is emitting soft light. As gentle as fine jade, Dyson's green eyes flashed with surprise.

Like the most devout believer, he took the witch's hand and kissed it from the fingertips all the way up.

Forehead, tip of nose, lips——

All the way down, he seemed to be kissing every corner of the witch's body to declare his sovereignty.

Above her head was the flowing river of stars. It was the first time in the witch's life that she had such a strange feeling.

And the person who gave her this wonderful feeling was actually the child she watched grow up.

Shame and excitement made her curl up her pink and round toes. When the boy leaned forward, she finally couldn't help but tighten her instep and arch it into a beautiful arc——

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Golden beams of light fell across every corner of the palace.

Under the snow-white fox plush quilt, two young and flawless boys and girls with young faces were embracing each other and having a sweet dream.

suddenly--

When a ray of sunlight hit the young man's eyes, it made his eyelashes tremble, and he finally couldn't help but open his eyes.

The next second, sweet breath penetrated into the nose, making the young man couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

What happened last night?

The scattered memory fragments slowly came back and were pieced together by Dyson.

When he recalled, he stumbled up to the roof, got into the witch's arms and finally succeeded in kissing her all over...