Chapter 486: Self-denial and righteousness, the voice-controlled professor fell in love online with his neighbor, the widow who killed her husband (26)
Zhuang Ninghe was overwhelmed by the satisfaction and excitement in his heart. He wrapped his arms around her waist and used his free hand to support the back of her head, letting her lean on his shoulder. The sound of her breath rested on his collarbone.
A very warm hug.
The man's hot breath surrounded her, and she was a little uncomfortable with it, perhaps because she hadn't hugged anyone for a long time. She raised her head and saw his slightly rolled Adam's apple in front of her.
"Don't move, hold me for a while."
After picking up Zhuang Ninghe, she was reluctant to let him go. Her voice was a little hoarse, "I'll go back and get some more clothes later."
"Okay." She chuckled, stretched her hand upwards, and pressed her fingertips across his slightly open lips.
Zhuang Ninghe's breathing obviously tightened as he met her confused and loving eyes and became absorbed in them.
The moment her fingerprints touched and crushed his lip lines, the electric current flowing through stimulated infinite ambiguity.
The temperature in the room was hot and the lights were dim.
"Can I kiss Miss Lin?"
Afraid that she would feel embarrassed, Zhuang Ninghe asked first.
Facing his sincere gaze, Lin Muqing took the initiative to hook her arms around his neck and licked her trembling thin lips.
"It tastes like milk. Did you drink milk just now?"
The girl flirts without knowing it.
"Yeah." Their foreheads touched, and he gently lifted his chin and kissed her moist red lips.
It was soft, elastic, icy, and seemed a little sweet. He didn't believe it and kissed it again with restraint.
Sometimes an anxious kiss can cause oxygen deprivation to a person's brain, but a slow kiss can make a person's legs go weak, wondering if the man will kiss them fiercely in the next second.
I would keep guessing in my mind what his next move would be.
Lin Muqing's face turned red and her heart beat fast because of the slow movements. The two of them got close to each other, almost face to face.
"Aning..." She panted quickly, her voice became softer, destroying the man's rationality.
After looking at each other for a few seconds.
Zhuang Ninghe held the back of her head with his big hand, touching her high nose bridge, making it a perfect fit.
"Kiss me again."
The hot breath from the man fell on her face, slowly at first, as gentle as water, slowly taking away the taste of milk that she had just tasted.
She grabbed his collar, pulled out the wrinkles, and smoothed them over.
Zhuang Ninghe felt a cold little hand pressing on his heart, his soul trembled, and he gradually lost his mind.
The kiss went from gentle to fierce, urgent, and wild, which was unlike him.
Zhuang Ninghe specifically picks on her sensitive nerves and makes her addicted to it.
Ten minutes later, she was sweating and her down jacket was like a furnace.
Sweating profusely.
"Ah... Ning, I'm hot."
The lips parted, and the tenderness of lingering affection lasted for a moment.
Zhuang Ninghe forced himself to calm down.
"Be good, wear it even if it's hot." He didn't forget that there should be a suspender nightgown underneath.
He lifted her legs up from the coffee table and held her in his arms like a princess.
How come I couldn’t help it just now? There is still a sweet taste in my mouth, it’s really addictive.
Zhuang Ninghe locked her in the guest room and left.
"You can sleep here or go back home. I want to calm down. I'm going back to my room first. Good night, baby."
Through the door, Lin Muqing could hear him fleeing in panic.
She looked back at the clean and tidy guest room, opened her down jacket, and lay down on the bed.
My head felt dizzy after being kissed, and it was a very different feeling.
Zhuang Ninghe was in his room, and he couldn't sleep at all because he thought of her right next door.
She lingered at the door several times, she must have fallen asleep.
It’s past twelve o’clock at night.
Zhuang Ninghe just fell asleep.
Not surprisingly, I dreamed of her again.
After seeing the surroundings clearly, his confused eyes instantly cleared up.
How come you are in his room?
The girl lay quietly on his bed.
He was right next to her. Zhuang Ninghe was lying flat on his back, looking sideways and didn't dare to move when he saw her.
I can hardly tell whether this is a dream or reality.
Lin Muqing half-closed her eyes, vaguely saw him, stretched out her arms and hugged him, as if she was hugging a large doll.
Her feet were pressed affectionately against the side of his thigh.
"Aning, hug me."
He put his arms around her shoulders and said, "This is the first time I dreamt that your back wasn't in my dream."
There was a hint of doubt and satisfaction in the clear voice.
"What back view?" Lin Muqing suddenly realized that she seemed to have entered his dream again.
Ninety Favorability...
She raised her head in his arms, her long black hair brushing against Zhuang Ninghe's neck. The illusory and slightly itchy touch made his heart tremble.
Could it be that he sleepwalked into her bed?
"sorry."
Zhuang Ninghe sat up instantly, but her stomach suddenly pushed down her light body, and her nightgown rolled up to her knees.
"Sorry for what?"
He looked up, she looked down.
She smiled charmingly, and the beauty on her shoulders was enchanting.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't you want to dream about me?"
Zhuang Ninghe tightened his hands that were forced to press on her waist and cast an inquiring gaze on her.
"Little flower demon."
"Want to continue the previous lines with me?" She was about to laugh out loud at this wooden stick.
Zhuang Ninghe couldn't believe it, he turned over and held her under him.
"What a real dream."
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