Chapter 54 A Sponge

There was light breathing by my ears, and a tingling and itchy sensation coming from the back of my neck.

She was like a fox whose lifeblood was being grasped by a Taoist priest, and her magic could no longer do anything to harm her.

When Mingzhao was still able to sleep in his arms, Zhou Tingyun would often pat her back, pinch her neck, and rub her face.

It was pure love at that time, a brother's love for his sister.

Not like now.

Use your fingertips to slowly rub your earlobe, twist it lightly, and fiddle with it.

Ming Zhao clenched his cell phone tightly, subconsciously responding to Lin Muqing's words, but his soul had been away for a while.

All his senses were focused on his fingertips, and his brain had no spare time to process the current situation.

"Okay, bye, Brother Mu Qing."

After reluctantly responding to the last sentence, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She glared at Zhou Tingyun angrily, but then backed down in the other's dark gaze.

You can only solve the problems you have caused yourself.

Ming Zhao was trying to explain.

Zhou Tingyun stared quietly at her slightly opened and closed lips. The goose pink lip color would turn crimson with a touch of her lips. He couldn't tell which of her words were true.

The more I listened, the more I seemed to hear only the word Mu Qing.

He held her face and lifted it up gently, interrupting her chatter.

His dark gaze lingered on her plump, beautiful lips.

"I don't want to hear that name now, Zhao Zhao."

His voice was gentle and mellow, and he lowered his head slightly.

The warm breaths close to her entangled with each other, and the deep gaze was like a big net that wanted to swallow her. The distance between them, which seemed like a kiss but not a kiss, made Ming Zhao nervous.

Unlike that time in the car, both parties now knew exactly what this kiss meant.

Once the boundaries between siblings are crossed, it will be impossible to go back to the way things were before.

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In autumn, crabs are fat, and the servants in the old house are preparing a crab feast in the evening.

Mr. Zhou strolled leisurely in the courtyard, enjoying the hard-earned tranquility. He casually asked the people around him, "It's so quiet today, where is that noisy girl?"

"The gentleman carried the young lady into the study and they have been chatting about something for over an hour."

For a moment, his eyes widened and his voice suddenly rose. "What did you say?"

The old man paced back and forth, thought for a long time, and found his aunt, "Go up to the study to deliver some fruit, see what they are doing, and come back to tell me."

The aunt didn't understand what was going on, but she cut the fruit carefully and served it over.

The long corridor was deep and quiet, without any extraneous sounds, it was very peaceful.

Auntie walked slowly to the study and knocked on the door.

“Knock knock.”

A slight sound reached Ming Zhao's ears.

The tense atmosphere was broken. She had already been thinking of retreating, and the moment she heard the knock on the door, she quickly opened her mouth to answer.

The next second, the back of his neck was suddenly pressed.

The sword of Damocles hanging over our heads finally fell.

The aggressive breath came like a surging tide, prying open the lips and teeth, and sucking the tip of the tongue hard.

The man's slender fingers clamped her jaw, and she seemed to be in his hands.

A blushing and heart-pounding swallowing sound was heard in Ming Zhao's ears. He felt like he had turned into a sponge, and he wanted to squeeze out every last drop of moisture from her and swallow it.

There was still knocking on the door. Her cheeks were burning hot and she pushed his shoulders hard, but they held her hand tighter.

There was no trace of gentleness, only plunder, as if punishing her for retreating just now.

In a hurry, she tried to bite, but her cheek was strangled instead.

Her lips were forced to open slightly, and she could only continue to accept his entangled lips and teeth, sucking, licking and biting without any resistance. She was kissed until she couldn't breathe, and a sweet hum escaped from the tip of her nose.

It was unknown how long it took before the man loosened his grip slightly, and before leaving he kissed her lips gently and soothingly.

Ming Zhao almost suffocated and was stunned by the kiss for a moment. His eyes were wet as if covered with a layer of mist, pitiful and cute. His originally pale pink lips turned bright red.

He gently stroked the back of her neck, patiently waiting for her to recover, and kissed her dimples from time to time.

Outside the corridor, the aunt was waiting anxiously. Time passed by minute by minute. Just as she was about to leave to report to the old man, the door in front of her suddenly opened.

"Mr...Mr."

"What's the matter?" His voice was gentle, his expression was the same as usual.

Auntie glanced tentatively around the room quickly, but saw no one.

Not wanting to pry any further, he said, "I'm here to deliver some fruit. It's what the young lady likes to eat."

The man took it and thanked him politely.

The aunt looked at him quietly for a few more times and said, "Okay, sir, I'll go down first."

The man nodded slightly.

Auntie walked downstairs and came to Mr. Zhou.

"The gentleman should be at work. I didn't see the young lady. She might be out for the time being."

Seeing nothing unusual, Mr. Zhou waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can go back."