"Xiaojing." While Song Cheng was thinking, Song Xiaojing had already stood up in front of him, so as soon as he said that, Song Xiaojing tiptoed and kissed him. He wanted to push her away, but she hugged him tighter.

Song Cheng had no chance to speak any more. Song Xiaojing held his soft lips affectionately, licked and sucked selflessly. Although Song Cheng closed his lips and teeth tightly, he was depressed and degenerated.

His depravity was simply because he could not bear to hurt her anymore. He had let down such a tender woman, and he thought it was all his insignificant compensation for this night.

Perhaps because Song Cheng had been hesitating for too long, Song Xiaojing made a wishful tease but was reluctant to wait for Song Cheng's response, so she was disappointed again. She left her greedy lips and looked at Song Cheng with a depressed look, as if using her depressed eyes to tell him about her disappointment after praying.

Song Cheng couldn't take a look at her pity for others, so he hugged her and kissed her domineeringly. He didn't feel too much, just satisfying Song Xiaojing's prayer.

Song Xiaojing finally got excited again from the edge of disappointment. She raised her jade arm and hugged Song Cheng's neck, and kissed him affectionately and passionately, and soon aroused a strong desire. How could Song Cheng's male courage be activated withstand such entanglement?

With his rising body, he was addicted to Song Xiaojing's caress. Her seductive and delicate panting once stimulated his senses. His slightly hot breathing burned in his ears like flames. His devilish palm was even more involuntary and wandering on Song Xiaojing's concave and convex body.

He knew that he had fallen again. The first time he felt, he could not remember the ecstasy. This time his senses were so sensitive and clear. He admitted that the taste of love could indeed make people fall into obscene, especially for men who were first in history and had strong positive behavior.

The two of them were in each other's hot entanglement, and their clothes had almost faded away. Under their thin clothes, they could easily touch real organs. Song Cheng couldn't help but sucked in front of Song Xiaojing's chest, and his hands kept caressing her enchanting figure.

"Oh...well..." Song Xiaojing narrowed her fascinating eyes, her pointed chin, and her charming enjoyment. Her slightly opened red lips kept emitting tempting charm, and her jade fingers like onions rubbed back and forth on Song Cheng's strong back. No man could do this charming and charming love.

Song Cheng had already lost consciousness. When he couldn't stop, he picked up Song Xiaojing in his waist and headed straight to the dormitory of the inner room. In the dormitory, the light pink curtains fluttered and danced in the seductive chant, rippling out the spring light in the room.

Song Anle has been waiting in Qing'er's courtyard. Even though the night is getting darker, she is still unmoved. It is just that the cold temperature makes her feel a little chilled. Looking at the deep night, she suddenly has a sense that this winter seems to be particularly cold.

Orange went back and forth several times, but when she saw that Song Anle still refused to go back, the temperature was only getting lower and lower, she really couldn't bear it, so she walked over and said, "Miss, you'd better go back first. Miss Qing'er took medicine to sleep. This sleep is tomorrow. You might as well come and have a look tomorrow."

Song An had made a decision, so she still said gently: "It's okay, I'm waiting."

"But..." Juzi hesitated for a moment. She had not persuaded Song Anle once, so she no longer wasted talk. So she said again: "How about you go into the house and wait, don't catch a cold outside."

Song Anle thought about it, as she was about to participate in the election, and she didn't want to make any mistakes at this critical moment, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

Juzi watched Song Anle walk into the room, she sighed inwardly, and shook her head helplessly.

Song Anle waited patiently until the night was dark and tiredness came at once. She supported her drowsy mind with one hand on the table. Although she was tired, she did not feel sleepy at all.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting, but she knew in her heart that Qing'er must have been determined not to see her, so she got up and walked at the door of the dormitory, but she did not walk in, but paused at the door.

Song Anle looked at the dormitory, under the dim light, and reflected Qing'er's delicate figure on the doors and windows. Qing'er did not fall asleep, but sat in the dormitory with restlessness, feeling not feeling well.

"Qing'er, I know you haven't fallen asleep yet. You may not want to see me, but I have to say something to you." Song Anle's plain tone and beautiful face were as heavy as her words.

There was still no sound in the room, and Song Anle said earnestly: "I know you feel wronged and you can't accept our actions for the time being, but you have to know that our ultimate intention is for the overall situation."

Song Anle sighed deeply and said, "You may not understand our intentions, but I really don't want to be ruined by so many years of family affection. Thinking about the happy time you used to be, do you really have the heart to regard us as enemies?"

Lover is indoors, struggling on the verge of whether or not. In fact, what she cannot forgive is, except for their actions, Song Cheng's slap. She never accepts it. She once secretly swore that their family affection for so many years has been completely ruined under Song Cheng's slap.

But after so many days of calm, she knew that she was not cruel at all. After all, although the brothers and sisters who have been inseparable for so many years have no blood relationship, they are better than the relationship between brothers and sisters.

The past was aroused one by one, and Qing'er felt uncomfortable. However, after so long of being cold, what kind of face should she face Song Anle?

Song Anle's worried voice was still talking outside, and her memories were also driven by her. In the childhood time, the joy of the past is worth cherishing and savoring. The childhood laughter that Qing'er recalled, she smiled foolishly, as if she had returned to the past.

Qing'er no longer cared about her vain face. She had a heart full of guilt and wanted to rush out and hugged Song Anle and cried. When she rushed to the door, she stopped again because she still needed to brew some emotions.
Chapter completed!