With the alcohol in her heart, Su Qinghe nestled in Gu Yanchen's arms, holding the corners of his clothes with her fingertips, so nervous that her fingertips were trembling: "Gu Yanchen, my heart is beating so fast. No one has ever held me like this. I'm a little confused." He lowered his head and kissed me. He kissed the top of her hair and tightened the arms around her waist. The heartbeat in his chest made her eardrums feel hot. He chuckled hoarsely: "Don't be afraid, my heartbeat is faster than yours. It has never slowed down since the first time I saw you."
He leaned over and kissed her. At first it was a gentle test, with his lips gently rubbing together; as the alcohol overflowed, the kiss became hot and overbearing, carrying a long-suppressed desire. She was so kissed that her whole body went limp, and she could only hold on to his shoulders for support, a soft hum escaping from her nose. Until she was almost out of breath, he pressed her forehead against hers, breathing heavily together.
He looked into her wet eyes and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Every moment I spend with you is like soaking in a honey pot. It's so sweet that I forget everything." She raised her head and rubbed his chin, with crooked eyebrows and a sweet smile: "Then let's live like this every day from now on, okay? I'll see you when I wake up, hold you before going to bed, and never be separated for the rest of my life."
The room is full of sweetness. It turns out that the most boring daily life is to be with you from the throbbing of youth to kissing until the end of the years.
Romance + Ordinary people's love stories + Sweet and sad interweaving + Novel
