With red cheeks, Mi Xiyan rubbed her arms into Cangyun's arms as warm as the sun, and gently rubbed the corners of his clean and fragrant clothes. Her eyes turned a thousand times, and she asked in a soft and watery tone: "Have you ever heard of the term "lips are dead and teeth are cold"?
"What? You want to tease me?"
"Emmm, if there is an afterlife, I would like to be your thin lips!"
"Hey, why do you have to wait until the next life? Can't you do it now?" Cangyun looked at Mi Xiyan's red lips in a daze, suppressing the urge to ravage her, and said in a suave voice.
Mi Xiyan turned away from her delicate red cheeks: "You know, I'm afraid of the cold."
After hearing this, Cangyun smiled, held her tightly, put her chin on Xi Yan's head and said, "Don't be afraid, I will be your lips in this life; you don't have to be strong, I will be your armor."
"I love you, silly son." After saying this, he chuckled.
Cangyun seemed to notice something was wrong, and three rivers flowed parallel to his brow.
It seems to be a certain plot.
He pulled her cheek back to his eyes, leaned over and closed her eyes, their lips intertwined.
For a long time, Cangyun's thin lips, which were slightly red and swollen after lingering for so long, opened and closed.
"Just now, what did you say?"
Ps: This is actually a tragic article, bitter and sweet... Have you ever had the experience of eating sugar first and then drinking bitter medicine?