"This is almost the same!"

Seeing that he finally stopped settleing the score with her, Qiao Zhiqin tightly wrapped her neck tightly against his thin lips, as if close to her.

"Do you miss me?"

Yan Chenyu wanted to kiss her lips, but she avoided it and could only rub her soft and tender face.

"Yes, I don't want to eat and eat, just to miss you."

Qiao Zhiqin smiled and said:

"Why are you lying to such an exaggeration?"

Yan Chenyu raised his eyebrows, then showed a regretful expression.

"Don't you? It seems that you still don't miss me enough."

"No, I miss you very much."

After saying that, Qiao Zhiqin kissed the man's lips.

The familiar smell and the scorching breath have all become the embodiment of longing and integrated into each other's bones.
Chapter completed!