Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish - MTL

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"Aying..." Gong Zhi yelled lowly.

"Huh?" Shen Ying leaned forward a bit.

They had already breathed and heard each other, and Shen Ying couldn't help it, but Gong Zhi's eyes dropped. This woman has always been self-controlling, Shen Ying knows, so she can only approach cautiously, but she doesn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pond.

But every time Gong Zhi indulged, Shen Ying felt like she was dancing on the tip of a knife, fear coexisting with the subtle pain and pleasure when she fell. Let her unconsciously want to be closer and more possessed.

Shen Ying leaned closer, her lips almost touching the corners of Gong Zhi's lips, she was cautious in her words, for fear of touching them accidentally: "Can you? Eat me first?"

"I...I can't completely..."

Gong Zhi's words stayed between Shen Ying's raised fingers. Their lips were close, only between Shen Ying's fingers.

"Just answer, think or not, that's fine."

Gong Zhi felt that she might be a little bit superior, but she was in her early twenties, when she was the most youthful and prosperous, impulsive time that was hard to control. Now this person, holding a true heart in his hand, approaching so warmly and humblely, Gong Zhi felt that the hairs on his back were erected, as if there was an electric current moving.

"think."

The voice fell, and the gap between the two was no longer there.

Shen Ying drove forward and arrogantly kissed her long-awaited lips, as if a long-hungry wolf finally tasted the meat. Her palms moved upward from Gong Zhi's back, soothing the opponent's trembling body, and at the same time providing her with standing support.

Gong Zhi felt that his space was suddenly compressed, whether it was air or anything else. It seems that this person is the only one in front of her. It is the driftwood she can cling to while drowning. Gong Zhi grabbed Shen Ying by the collar, and between every time she wanted to breathe, Shen Ying would come forward again. Go rob her of oxygen, swallow her frightened cry, and return one by one.

After the brutality, it was gentle comfort.

Looting is the ultimate surrender.

Gong Zhi was led by Shen Ying, from passive to active, she was cautious and full of fear. Just between raising her eyes, seeing the rapid breathing of the woman in front of her, the light in her slightly raised eyes is full of water, even a small, unfamiliar movement of Gong Zhi can make the corners of Shen Ying's eyes redder. Deep.

I don't know who is bullying who.

Gong Zhi thought.

The previous thought came to her mind again.

She really loves me miserably.

When the tide subsided, the battlefield was already on the couch. Gong Zhi breathed, his face flushed, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Shen Ying got closer, and Gong Zhi pushed her face out again.

Shen Ying let out a sullen laugh. The breath fell in Gongzhi's palm, and a warm and humid breath fell.

Gong Zhi blushed a little, wanted to let go, but worried that Shen Ying would press it down again. In a dilemma, Shen Ying stretched out her hand, held Gong Zhi's hand, closed her eyes, and deeply kissed Gong Zhi's palm.

Gong Zhi opened her eyes wide, and Shen Ying followed with a smile. She looked at Gong Zhi, the original bright red corners of her eyes, the color had not faded, her eyes were full of spring and water, blooming that belonged to Shen Ying, the original one. Kind of beauty.