...I want to sit on him and kiss his cold eyes and eyebrows under his glasses.
Pei Xiqing swallowed her saliva. The man was still explaining the basics to her. She raised her knees, half-knelt on the carpet, and raised her neck, "Brother Duan."
The man responded: "Well, is there anything else you don't understand?"
She reached out her arm and tugged at his suit sleeve. "Don't you have anything else you want to tell me?"
Duan Xiaolin looked down at her with a smile: "What do you want me to say?"
"Like, you don't want to kiss me?"
There was a dark color in the man's eyes. Nothing could be more impactful than her saying such words in such a posture. Even though he had seen too many women in the end times, he had never had such a feeling.
"Where did you kiss?"
"Mouth." Her heart was beating fast, and she blushed as she asked for a kiss. "Kiss me quickly."
He raised his eyebrows and picked up a strand of soft long hair with his fingers, "I want to kiss more than just the mouth."
The eyes behind the lenses were as black as ink.
Her chin was lifted up, and Duan Xiaolin gave her a kiss as he wished, his lips caressing hers gently. The cold air around her kept drilling into the blanket, and the chill it brought made her shiver, but it was far more than what he brought.
Pei Xiqing blushed from the kiss, and by the time she came to her senses, she had already taken advantage of the situation and put her arms around his neck, climbing from the carpet onto the man's shoulders.
The two of them continued to kiss, and she didn't know why, but she fell down as if she had no strength left. He didn't show any intention of helping her. The carpet under her was still a little hard and not suitable for sitting. Her knees were a little red, but she didn't have time to care because his kiss followed her all the way.
Her glasses were touched by her, which hindered her movements. Duan Xiaolin did not take them off. She moved her eyes and stretched out her tongue to hook it, but he instantly held her tightly and intensified the kiss.
She knew that gentleness was an illusion, and that brutality and dictatorship were his exclusive traits.
More and more out of control, they both fell into the gentle temptation woven by each other.
An ignorant attempt, cautious yet bold.
The other is indulgent and tolerant, patiently guiding and bewitching.
Except for the inopportune sound of the communication.
Apparently, at this moment, Long Yan and the others who were discussing important matters with everyone in the building of the central base, as well as the members of Farlanlun, had no idea that their chief judge was in the arms of a woman and was still arguing non-stop.
"If it were you, I'd just drop a bomb!"
"I disagree! There must be survivors inside. Who do you think you are? You can just drop a bomb like that?"
"I'm from Farran! Who am I, Farran? And did you know there are so many people with special abilities who are unruly in the bases these days? They've done things that show they have absolutely no regard for the bases. They've been smuggling and selling off the base's internal blueprints, as well as the research and development blueprints for various weapons. Several of them are high-ranking officials. This matter can only be decided after the chief judge arrives!"
"Shut up! I've contacted Brother Duan, stop arguing." Long Yan interrupted them.
Normally, the call should be connected on time once the communicator is used, but this time there was no response for a long time.
The members of Farahlun frowned. "Does the judge need anything else?"
"I'll try again." Long Yan said, "As for the things that were sent back, we also need his instructions before we can take the next step."
Pei Xiqing thought she was hallucinating when she heard the sound, until the thing in his chest vibrated again, and then she pushed him away, "Brother Duan, your... thing is making a noise. Is someone looking for you?"
Her breathing was extremely unstable, her fingers were shaking, and she couldn't kneel steadily. The man paused and stretched out an arm for her to hold on to. The muscles and veins on his arm were even more obvious in this situation. She held him carefully and watched his movements.
The communicator is just a chip, but once it is installed on the communication device in his hand, it pops up in the air as soon as the video page is opened.
The man didn't even give a glance and cut off the call, leaving only the voice.
His voice was hoarse and low: "What's the matter?"
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