Chapter 21 The gangster Peng Lang's kissing skills are really good. ...
Peng Lang didn't quite understand how to define hooliganism, so he politely asked Ji Changshan for advice. She looked into the eyes of the person next to her pillow, and secretly scolded the big-tailed wolf for being an innocent milk dog here. He put his hands on Ji Changshan's waist, paused for a while, then gradually moved up, Ji Changshan huddled in the air-conditioning quilt, his palm slowly moved through a thin layer of cotton, and then stopped on the bra buckle.
He repeatedly polished the buckle, Ji Changshan raised his face and stared at his eyes, "This is called hooliganism." "
Then why are you going to be rude to me?"
Ji Changshan broke the arm of the person around him, biting as soon as he said he wanted, without mercy.
Teeth marks appeared on his forearm in an instant, and Ji Changshan didn't use much effort in a shallow circle. Peng Lang's fingertips slid across the tooth marks, and his eyes dripped onto Ji Changshan's lips. When she bit, the two lips pressed against his skin, the temperature was slightly lower than his body temperature, but the inside of her mouth was too warm.
Arms involuntarily went around her back, eyes set sail from her mouth, circled around the entire fair face, and finally stopped at the eyes, those two dark eyes attracted him involuntarily. Peng Lang gave up resistance and approached obediently. His breath filled within eight centimeters, clear and warm. Ji Changshan blinked his eyes, pursed his lips lightly, and looked at him silently. This person doesn't wear glasses, and her peach blossom eyes are full of affection, as if she is the only one in her life. Peng Lang touched her lips, Ji Changshan bit him as if. Peng Lang was not afraid of his wife's teeth, he licked her lower lip with his thumb, Ji Changshan called him a hooligan, and reached out to push him away, but his left hand was clamped. Peng Lang kissed the back of her hand and asked if she was also a hooligan. Ji Changshan's heart was so hot that he couldn't speak, Peng Lang turned over his palm again, looked for Ji Changshan's gaze, turned himself in and said, "This is also a hooligan." His words were snatched by him, so Ji Changshan could only stare at him lightly . Peng Lang looked at her and smiled, somehow, Ji Changshan thought he looked pretty when he smiled.
He kissed her palm again, and pressed his lips against the lifeline for a long time. The temperature of the air conditioner was turned low, and her hands were very cold, which made his breathing a little hot. Ji Changshan turned his slender hand and stroked his side face, there seemed to be a little beard stubble. Peng Lang asked Ji Changshan if he could kiss him too, but she couldn't do so, so Peng Lang brought his face to her mouth, as if she kissed him on his own initiative.
Lips floated on the surface of his skin, trembling faintly. She couldn't breathe, so she had to look away. Peng Lang didn't hear Ji Changshan call him a hooligan, so he tacitly agreed that he could also kiss her face. In the stillness of the night, Peng Lang held Ji Changshan's cheek and kissed him all the way to his chin along the tear trail he had seen on the first spring night. Her eyes were open, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips gradually curled into balls. Peng Lang repeated the kiss on her left cheek according to the route on the right. When he kissed the end of his eyes, Ji Changshan closed his eyes physiologically, and the moment he kissed her cheek, she opened them again. The rhythm of the heartbeat has become extremely complicated, fast and slow, and the characteristic of unity is that the sound enters the ears. His kisses were not warm, but slowly, one by one quietly blooming. Ji Changshan didn't know whether to open or close his eyes, holding the edge of the air conditioner quilt with both hands, Peng Lang led her to put her hands on his broad back. After kissing the bridge of his nose, he briefly left Ji Changshan's face, his eyes were dim, and he circled her lips. Ji Changshan subconsciously licked his lips, and Peng Lang took the opportunity to pry her mouth. Ji Changshan clenched his teeth tightly, Peng Lang was very patient, at first he only moved between her lips, his big hands supported her back, and pressed her to lie flat. Her upper body was originally wrapped in an air-conditioning quilt, but she didn't know when it fell to her lower abdomen. Peng Lang distracted Ji Changshan's attention with his gradually warming lips. With a click, the sense of restraint suddenly disappeared, and Ji Changshan suddenly opened his eyes. She grabbed Peng Lang's arm, trying to stop the rascal from continuing to move, but it was too late, he had already removed the thing that was in the way. Ji Changshan wanted to scold him, but he opened his teeth to give him a chance to sneak in. She bit Peng Lang's tongue, fearing that he would become dumb so she didn't use too much force. There was a smile on the corner of Peng Lang's eyes, and his big hands retreated from her clothes. Ji Changshan was not at ease about the rogue's self-consciousness, so he hugged his neck tightly, sticking to him, lest this person pinch something that shouldn't be pinched.
The closer the two kissed, the hotter their bodies became, the air conditioner failed, and Ji Changshan's nose was sweating. Peng Lang hugged her and turned over, letting his wife take the upper position. Ji Changshan was so oxygen-deprived by his kiss that he was finally able to lean on his neck to rest for a while.
Peng Lang stroked her back, the place was extremely smooth and comfortable after losing the buckle.
Regaining fresh air, Ji Changshan longed for a deep breath, and the panting was louder than usual. Peng Lang turned his head and kissed her side face, breathing steadily, stretched out his hand to rub the back of Ji Changshan's head, smoothed her long black hair, and asked softly, "Who is playing hooligans when two people hug and kiss together?" Ji Changshan planned to tell Peng
Lang You're not welcome, he grabbed his arm and bit him hard, "Rogue."
Peng Lang laughed, wiped the sweat off her forehead for her, pulled the white quilt to wrap her around the woman tightly, and returned to the gray quilt by himself. Ji Changshan lay down on the bed, covered his upper body tightly with the quilt, no matter how much Peng Lang hugged her, he would never turn over to him.
He found Ji Changshan's corset at the foot of the bed and said he could put it back on for her. Ji Changshan didn't bother to call him a hooligan, because it was useless and a waste of words. She politely asked Peng Lang to put on the corset and go to bed quickly, the back molars showed a bit of vigor when she spoke.
According to his wife's instructions, Peng Lang quickly folded the small clothes in his hand and put them on the bedside table, lying on his side on the bed, facing his wife's slender back, saying good night to her.
Ji Changshan didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't push Peng Lang's arm away.
He slept in his arms all night, and woke up naturally at 8 o'clock in the morning. Ji Changshan and Peng Lang slept very honestly, they closed their eyes where they were lying, and opened them still in the same position.
She woke up earlier than Peng Lang, and when she got up, she carefully removed her big hands on her waist and abdomen, went around to his bedside table to get a corset and put it on in the bathroom. Ji Changshan's toiletries were still in the apartment next door. She went home to freshen up and changed into a set of clothes, and went to the women's self-defense class as usual.
When Peng Lang woke up, his arms were empty, and his heart was also empty.
He has never really loved any woman. When he was a teenager, he might have had one or two admired objects. His emotions came and went with the wind. Not to face each other. When he was an adult, he was surrounded by all kinds of women, and when he needed to act out, he could easily hold hands and hug him, even his eyes could be faked.
It's easy for a guy like them to want a woman.
Peng Lang has a friend surnamed Yan, who makes baijiu at home, and every time he comes to Jiangcheng, he will make a lot of people spend their days and drinks. Peng Lang went on a date once, and the clubhouse was full of luxury, and the ladies stood up in different categories, pure, enchanting, any type can be found.
Ayan leaned on the leather sofa, his eyes were dazzled, and he glanced at every girl, saying that this eye is similar, that ear is similar, but none of them. After another five or six rounds of drinking, he asked someone for a pen, and the ladies only had eyebrow pencils. Ayan took it and scribbled on the tablecloth. No one could see what he was flying about.
Peng Lang didn't know what kind of drunkenness this friend was playing, but he could tell lovesickness at a glance.
After the banquet ended, Ayan raised his hand to everyone, "I'm very happy today, thank you all, I won't give it away."
He swayed, as if lonely, Peng Lang didn't want to be like him, and loving someone requires take that risk.
I can't let go of what I want, I can't let go of what I want, and I keep compromising in order to meet each other's expectations, and finally the emotions are exhausted; Peng Lang had long since lost his optimism about relationships, and simply didn't love anyone.
He got out of bed to wash up and apply shaving foam in front of the mirror. He used an old-fashioned blade to shave off the stubble little by little. When the skin was exposed, he remembered that Ji Changshan's hand touched it last night, and his heart softened little by little.
Like and love are two different things.
He likes to be with Ji Chang kindly, and always feels that she is tough and independent, she will not be too sad to lose anyone, she is the kind of person he yearns for. For so many years, Peng Lang has never met a woman like her. If so, they never spent countless nights tied together with two marriage certificates.
The more he gets along with her, the more Peng Lang can find peace of mind, as if stepping on an ice that will never break. He liked playing on the ice very much when he was a child, but no side of the ice was unbreakable. Peng Lang doesn't know what love is, he only yearns for this sense of security day after day, and wants to hug Ji Changshan whenever he sees him. He hasn't had the thought of "wanting" for a long time, but with Ji Changshan, he knows what he wants, and he can reject what he doesn't want. This is really strange.
Peng Lang is used to avoiding intense questions, and like everyone in his family, he is used to avoiding.
He no longer thought about what happened with Ji Changshan, but let his fingers send her WeChat messages, asking where she was and if he could find her.
When Ji Changshan saw Peng Lang's news, he had already finished the women's self-defense course. I don't know if the coach praised her for her progress every week, or the weather is good today, or something else, when Ji Changshan replied to Peng Lang, his fingertips jumped, as if he was very happy. She told Peng Lang that she had just finished class and was a little tired, so she had to go home and take a shower first, and she had no plans for later.
Jin intentionally also sent her a message, asking Du Kai what color tie he usually wears at work. Ji Changshan usually doesn't ask Jin Yiyi's relationship questions, but today he asked for the first time: "Is it possible for you and Du Kai to become a fixed relationship?"
Her friend is very realistic: "No, his mouth is too broken. But work It's good."
After last night, Ji Changshan can fully understand the existence of love/desire between adults. While replying to Jin Yiyi, she recalled that Peng Lang's kissing skills were really good. The only bad thing is: how many girls he has to kiss before he can kiss her all the time.
Ji Changshan didn't like that Peng Lang had too many people, even a kiss would be fine, but if everyone took off their bras, it would be too rascal.