"You want a younger brother? If you don't mind, I'll give Jiang Yicheng to you."
"I don't want that little crazy guy. You don't understand me."
Jiang Yiyu frowned in confusion. After a long while, he waved to her. Song Shengsheng leaned closer and heard him say, "Kiss me. I'll think about it."
Song Shengsheng kissed his forehead.
"not enough."
She smiled and kissed his lips, but Jiang Yiyu still said it wasn't enough.
"Just tell me, what do you want from me?"
Jiang Yiyu sat up, moved a little, leaned against the headboard, opened the quilt, and patted his legs: "Come here."
Song Shengsheng looked at him, half-closed his eyes: "You are pushing it too far."
"Just say you can't come."
Song Shengsheng also wanted to coax him, and sat on his lap reluctantly: "And then?"
"Kiss me seriously, I'll make you happy once."
Song Shengsheng half-heartedly put her arms around his neck and rubbed her nose against his: "Don't go back on your word."
"Of course." Jiang Yiyu held the back of her head and kissed her lips first.
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In a panic, Song Shengsheng heard him leaning over her ear and whispering in a voice filled with pleasure and desire, "Sister, love me a little more..."
After that, Jiang Yiyu seemed to regard the word "sister" as a switch. Whenever Song Shengsheng was about to sink with him, he would lean over to her ear and call her "sister", and then lead her into a deeper vortex of desire.
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