Chapter 31: White and clean yet heavy...
Rather than saying it was a kiss, it was more like a comfort, using the lamb's soft lips to soothe the desire for her deep in his bones.
Leo kissed her carefully, licking and kissing along the shape of Irene's lips, going deeper and deeper like a little bird pecking.
Irene sat stiffly on the stool, her mind was blank. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, her attention completely focused on the boy's cool and soft lips——
His platinum eyelashes were clearly visible in the sunlight, and his pupils were blue to black, flashing with a strange and fanatical luster.
Irene felt a slight numbness on her back, and she instinctively tried to tilt her head back. However, as she turned her head, Leo flashed to her side like a cat, grabbed her waist and put her on the table.
The next second, the boy forcefully squeezed between her legs and firmly grasped her lower back with one hand. Before Irene could react, their breaths were entangled again.
The slightly cool lips and tongue became hot, and the tips of their noses collided. Leo turned his head, and the scene that he had imagined countless times in his dreams finally came true at this moment. He bit Irene's tongue tip viciously, wishing he could swallow her whole, skin and bones.
The burning hot kiss almost melted Irene. Every inch of her skin touching Leo felt numb and soft as if it had been electrified, spreading from her lower back to the fingertips clinging to the boy's shoulders.
Leo was clearly the one in the lower position, and he was clearly the younger one. Irene's breathing became rapid, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
But why is she, who is older, the one being kissed?
The boy's tongue tip slowly invaded her mouth, twisting the tip of his tongue and sucking and kissing it, pressing her wrist on the lower back hard, forcing Irene to get closer to him in a strong posture.
There was no trace of the pitiful look from just now. He was like a little wolf with green eyes after losing his fur. He took a piece of soft meat and savored it carefully, maliciously forcing the woman to secrete more sweet juice.
Erin heard a distinct swallow.
Leo tightened his fingers around her lower back slightly, pinching her a little, but the slight sting made her even more excited.
The boy's flexible waist and abdomen were sandwiched between her thighs. The boy's high body temperature was transmitted through two layers of clothes. For the first time, Irene discovered that Leo's slightly thin body contained an aggressive power.
And his relatives didn't close their eyes.
It's very sexy.
Irene raised her hand impatiently to cover the boy's sharp eyebrows, but Leo pinched her wrist and pressed her behind her back.
Leo stared at her intently, like a cold-blooded animal crawling out of a swamp, staring at its long-coveted prey, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in her.
Even the most vicious person will have a soft mouth when kissing, this sentence suddenly flashed through her mind.
But only the mouth is soft... Irene's ears turned red, she shrank uneasily, and wanted to move back a little.
There was a sudden pain on his lips, and Leo bit her in dissatisfaction. His cold eyes clearly conveyed three words -
'Don't move.'
Irene was like an antelope being targeted by a Siberian wolf. In panic, her tender insteps were stretched into a straight line. She wanted to escape, but was pulled back by the boy.
She leaned weakly against Leo's shoulder and was almost knocked down on the table by the kiss.
I don’t know how long they kissed, Irene almost couldn’t feel the existence of his lips.
"That's enough." She uttered unclear words from her bright red lips, and she struggled to say, "If you kiss me again, my lips will break."
"I have to meet someone tomorrow."
Leo reluctantly held her lower lip and sucked it before letting her go.
But he just stopped kissing her. He still hugged Irene, buried his face in the side of Irene's neck, and breathed hotly on her thin skin.
It was as if he was relying on Irene's breath to suppress the desire that was about to burst out of his body.
Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Irene stretched her neck and looked around, not daring to move, for fear that something would go wrong and irritate him again.
My neck felt numb and itchy, and I could vaguely sense a dangerous aura.
The two people's breathing rates became more consistent, and their heartbeats, like drums, seemed to be merging into one.
Irene licked her red, swollen and hot lips, and realized the reality very clearly - she and Leo kissed, not the kind of biting kiss that seemed to vent anger like before, but a sweet and soft kiss like that of lovers.
The one who kissed her was a boy who was almost six years younger than her.
Irene closed her eyes tightly and found that even breathing became extremely difficult.
Before traveling through time, she was always shouting that she would become rich and support a diamond boy, but she didn't expect that before she became rich, a diamond puppy came first.
She thought that she had not gone to Lama Temple to make a wish.
When Hannah returned to the house, she and Leo had just separated. If Hannah had entered the room two minutes earlier, she would have seen Leo burying his head in Irene's neck like a puppy and acting coquettishly - trying to use his beauty to seduce Irene to kiss him again.
Irene refused firmly.
If we continue kissing, will she be able to face people?
Although Leo was now so handsome that he looked like a male fairy who had absorbed the essence of living people, his eyebrows were relaxed, his thin and rosy lips were raised, and the tip of his raised lip beads was slightly swollen because she held it in her mouth and sucked on it twice.
Delicate and cute, like a candy that won't melt.
Her candy.
Irene looked away awkwardly and began to regret why she hadn't memorized the Heart Purification Mantra before.
Forget it, the business scope of Eastern Buddhist scriptures does not include Western evildoers, Irene sighed heavily.
Next time I will find a Bible study course related to my major.
Hannah suddenly came closer, stared at Irene and said, "Miss, your mouth is so red, was it bitten by a bug?"
Irene said calmly, "Maybe it's because of the hot sauce I ate this morning. I haven't eaten anything this spicy in a while."
"Oh——" Hannah blinked in confusion. She remembered that the young lady had always been able to eat spicy food. Could it be that the hot sauce this morning was particularly spicy?
She will go and try it tomorrow morning.
After Hannah came back, the atmosphere in the room became much more normal, and Irene took out the cloth that she had prepared to make clothes for Leo.
I happen to have some free time now, so I'll make a version first.
She picked up the dark fabric and turned to the boy and said, "Leo, can you bring me the tool kit? Let's make clothes."
Irene's tone was full of excitement and eagerness to try.
Leo immediately remembered why Irene bought the cloth - to make clothes for her lover.
Having said that, he still didn't know who left the ring mark on Irene's hand.
Edward was a misunderstanding. As for Joe, Irene had only been engaged to him for a month, so it was impossible for there to be such a clear ring mark.
So who is it?
Leo frowned and obediently took out a tool kit from the shelf, which contained the things Irene purchased from the tailor shop.
"Take off your shirt first. The size won't be correct when you're wearing clothes, so just leave a vest on," Irene said as she packed up her tools, her tone very natural.
Measure? Measure his size?
Leo's eyes lit up. Could it be that this piece of cloth was bought to make clothes for him?
No, Leo's past experiences had made him habitually think the worst, or it could be that Irene's lover was similar in size to him and was just using him as a tool.
Leo unbuttoned his shirt in silence, and the light-colored shirt was placed on the stool.
Then came the tight vest, which he kicked under the bed.
He understood one thing since he was a child: don't have expectations of others, and you have to fight for your own food, and the same goes for Irene.
If she really had a lover...
Leo narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression frighteningly cold. He would not let him survive.
"You don't have to take off your pants! Put your pants on!"
Irene's voice changed in tone due to fear.
Fortunately, Hannah went to get hot water.
Irene took a deep breath and shook her head twice, trying to forget the two clear groins that had just flown into her eyes, as well as the hair that spread down from both sides and gradually became denser...
A little lighter than the boy's hair color...
There are also white and clean but not small in weight...
Didn't the British wear underwear in the 19th century? Americans all wore open-crotch underwear!
However, Irene's eyes flickered twice.
It turns out that the gifted talents of Europe and America are no joke. I don’t know whether her mother’s genes have been passed on to her properly.
She and Leo shouldn't be a bad match, Irene swallowed hard.
There was a rustling sound behind her, and she guessed that Leo should have put on his pants. Irene unconsciously clenched the ruler, took two deep breaths, and barely suppressed her nervousness.
"Raise your arms to shoulder level and keep your back straight," Irene silently repeated the words she had said countless times.
Designers are the same as doctors. Looking at the human body is no different from looking at a piece of pork. Even if it's a crush, so what? It's not like she hasn't seen naked men before.
What are you afraid of?
Irene grabbed the ruler in one go, turned her head and said, "Raise your arms—"
The remaining half of the sentence was stuck in my throat.
All she could see were the layers of shocking new and old scars on Leo's body. There was even a scar near his heart that spread over his heart.
You don't have to think about how dangerous it was at that time.
It was a long mark, like a knife wound, much darker than the skin color, and an abnormal bulge.
There are many such wounds. Some of the scars are so white that they can be ignored, while others have just scabs fallen off and new pink flesh has just grown.
It was tragic, and made Leo look extremely pitiful.
"How did you do this?" Irene's voice was shaking. She lightly touched the scar closest to the heart with her fingertips, with very little force, as if she was afraid of hurting Leo.
There was a raised growth on the wound, but Leo obviously didn't have a scar-prone physique, so - tears welled up in Irene's eyes - this was a growth left over from repeated injuries.
There are three or four scars as long as a hand on his chest alone.
How could he have suffered so much?
Leo grabbed Irene's hand on his chest and pressed the woman's fingertips hard on the scar next to his heart.
It's as if it's saying, 'Look, it's healed now. It won't hurt if you pinch it like this.'
It's like taking a beautiful kitten that you have carefully raised for a long time, but during the physical examination you suddenly find out that it was bullied and beaten when it was a wandering kitten, and almost died.
How can the master accept this?
The owner will only feel guilty, guilty about not finding his kitten earlier.
Leo kissed the corner of her eye and looked at Irene with his round eyes in a flattering manner.
"How did this happen?" Irene even cried a little, "How can you bully people like this?"
Leo held Irene in his arms, patted her back gently as if to comfort her, and kissed Irene's ear.
Like a big cat comforting its little human.
'It's okay. It doesn't hurt.'
Irene sniffed and felt like crying even more.
She pressed her lips against the boy's slender neck, and the skin she touched was warm, as if she could hear the strong and powerful beating of his aorta.
Fortunately - fortunately he survived.
But why did God let him suffer so much uselessly?
His neck felt wet and hot, the woman hugged his waist tightly, the corners of Leo's lips curled up imperceptibly, he half-closed his eyes as if enjoying it.
These wounds could actually be exchanged for Irene's tears, he made a lot of money.
If I had known, I would have been stabbed a few more times.
If he had known that Irene was good at pretending to be pitiful, he would have done it a long time ago.
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