Chapter 108 Paper Wedding Dress (108)

Li Jingjing took a breath.

Well, there is indeed plenty of time.

Since there is so much time...

Li Jingjing looked at the direction they left and couldn't help but chuckle.

Although Yu Mu was drunk, he was not drunk. Then these two people would... hehe...

Great!

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After passing through the lively crowd in the lobby, Wu Juan helped Yu Mu back to the room.

Pushing the door open and going in, Wu Juan helped Yu Mu to the bed with ease. He bent down and put the girl on the bed, carefully took off the girl's shoes, and placed them neatly beside the bed.

At this time, Yu Mu had already fallen asleep in bed. Wu Juan stood up, bent down, twisted the quilt to cover her, and gently put the girl's hands outside back into the quilt.

After everything was sorted out, Wu Juan stroked the wrinkles on the quilt with his fingertips and smoothed them out.

He raised his eyes and saw Yu Mu's sleeping face.

The usually cold and fair face was now stained with a faint blush, and even the jade neck hidden under the white collar was stained with blush, like a drunken peach, which made people feel very sweet when they smelled it.

Wu Juan couldn't help but bend his eyes. He sat on the bed, raised his hand to brush the broken hair beside the girl's cheek, and hung it behind her ear.

Wu Juan whispered, "Sister... Sister..."

His fingertips lingered on the girl's cheek, and then gently pinched the girl's earlobe, and then touched the tip of the girl's nose...

Finally, he lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the girl's red and moist lips. His eyes were dark and deep, as if he was holding the thick ink in the night, thick and indissoluble.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, suppressing the torment of endurance.

Wu Juan supported the bed, and his slender body quietly covered the girl's body. He lowered his long eyelashes and stared at every inch of the girl's face.

That look, nostalgic and stubbornly greedy.

The long black hair fell down along the shoulders, and a few strands of long hair gently brushed the girl's cheek.

It seemed to tickle her, and the girl who closed her eyes and slept soundly could not help but frowned slightly and muttered, turning her head away.

Seeing this, Wu Juan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and smiled gently and slowly.

He hooked up the scattered black hair, leaned down, and quietly approached the girl.

Breathing blended, his nose tip gently touched the girl's nose tip, and the pupils under the long eyelashes were dark and gentle, looking at the girl's face without blinking.

His eyes moved down and fell on the other's red and moist lips.

The tip of his tongue licked the slightly dry lips, and his breathing seemed to be put at the lightest and slowest, like a long-planned beast quietly approaching its prey little by little.

The thin lips were only a finger's length away from the red lips. The hot breath hit his face, and the fragrance of citrus mixed with the light herbal fragrance gradually approached.

When the girl's weaker breath came into his ears, Wu Juan's heart seemed to be heavily pressed by something, and it seemed that something gradually wrapped his heart. The warm current flowed through his limbs little by little, and he had never been so relaxed.

Just a little bit, just a little bit...

He could meet the person he thought about day and night.

The dirty desire seemed to be suppressed again. He looked at her with a dark and burning gaze, and the hot breath suddenly stopped at that moment.

The young master restrained and suppressed a kiss on the girl's forehead that was almost weightless.

In a short second, Wu Juan's lips gradually curved.

"Sister, A Juan misses you so much..." he whispered.