Chapter 488 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (44)

He smiled and murmured, pressing the other person's hand to his face, and the enlarged pupils only reflected the person in front of him:

"Clean dust..."

"Don't leave, okay?"

"Stay..."

He smiled even happier. He lowered his head and kissed the other person's palm slightly, but his eyes were still reluctant to leave the other person's face.

After that, he finally put down Wen Xien's hand, covered it up, and leaned on Wen Xien's body. He slowly held Wen Xien's face with his hands almost piously, rubbed it gently with his fingertips, and then felt it little by little with his hands, depicting the outline of the person.

"Pure dust, pure dust..."

"Don't leave..."

The man's voice is pleading.

His eyes murmured gently, and even his smile was as good as if he was carefully designed for the other party.

Yue Ying lowered her head and leaned closer, and he narrowed the distance bit by bit, so he could clearly feel the other party's uniform and long gentle breathing.

Finally, he paused as if facing a sacred and great thing about to happen, and then kissed it solemnly.

The soft touch on the lips was what he wanted as if he had been thinking about it day and night.

This little touch turned into a tiny spark in the gas. Yue Ying's world could no longer bear all the feelings, and everything turned towards him like a tsunami.

It completely submerged him in an instant.

All noble solemnity, prudence and sincerity turned into the instinct of an animal that was difficult to face, and his kiss unknowingly changed its nature. A slight touch could no longer satisfy his desire that could not be filled in his heart, and the friction between his lips became tight and violent, and it was futile.

Yue Ying longed for more, so she couldn't help but explore deeper. The soft touch of the tip of her tongue made him feel as if he had discovered a source of water in the desert. He greedily entangled and refused to leave again.

The demand above was constantly satisfied, and the lack of anywhere below made the cells in his body scream in dissatisfaction.

The mind is swollen, the breath becomes heavy, and the heart is violently motivated.

If it was time for the monk to wake up, he would definitely point at his nose and scold him. No, maybe the monk didn't even know how to scold him.

But those cold eyes will definitely show anger. The ends of the eyes that are raised will be red with anger, adding a bright color to the snow-white face.

The brain cannot think, and "instinct" is thinking.

It turns out that some people really have a fragrant mouth, which makes people want to swallow it in one bite.

He pulled the quilt that was in trouble and kicked away while the kiss stopped.

The restlessness in his heart spread to all cells in his body, as if he was addicted, making people go crazy. However, Yue Ying still just kissed and bit Wen Xien's face and neck, and only dared to lick it gently, not leave excessive traces. There was no more action, and he didn't know what he was patient and insisted on.

"Pure dust, pure dust..."

He frowned slightly, gasped and murmured, as if telling his own contradictions and pain, longing for the other party's response and comfort.

But it was just his own fault and he just talked to himself.

He could only call Wen Xien's name over and over again to relieve his anxiety and desire.

Perhaps it was Yue Ying's illusion. During the kiss, he seemed to feel that Wen Xien touched him with his tongue, as if responding to him.

This thought was like a loud noise in silence, and Yue Ying's brain became excited in an instant as if she had woken up.

A huge pleasure rushed towards him, and he immediately focused his attention on Wen Xien's face, to see and feel.

He was touched gently again. Although it was just unconscious, it still gave Yue Ying an illusion.

He raised his head happily, looked at Wen Xien, who was still sleeping with shiny eyes, and asked, "Do you feel comfortable? You reacted too, right?"

He was so excited that he was eager to show off and eager to get praise, his voice hoarse but full of joy.

Yes, yes, that's right, Wen Xien did respond to him.

Yue Ying almost hypnotized herself, not knowing who she was deceiving.

All the sense of accomplishment, excitement, and pleasure turned into pleasure, and it doubled into him, and he felt very comfortable all over his body.

He pressed on Wen Xien again and kissed the other person fiercely and deeply. Then he kissed and bit his lips in Wen Xien's ear, gasping quickly, murmured "Jing Chen, Jing Chen", and then asked in a low voice, "Don't always think about leaving, stay with me, accompany me."

"I just assume that you don't say anything."

Yue Ying started to act like a rogue.

He raised his head and watched the pale lips turn red and swollen, dyeing the snow-white face with a bright color. He panted and looked at Wen Xien, dodging away again, not knowing where to go, his face was burning red.

──He was embarrassed.

It was a shyness that arose from the depths of my heart, so embarrassing that I wanted to bury my face.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Wen Xien's collarbone. The faint cold fragrance at the tip of his nose made his mouth and tongue dry.

Yue Ying dared not look at anything, he was embarrassed to look at anything. Everything in front of him was as beautiful and erotic as he first learned about the obscure and vague desire, which caused his initial throbbing and desire.

My mind was chaotic and I just wanted to get in touch with this person more and more comprehensively. That feeling made him crazy.

However, the one who made him crazy enough to collapse was still behind.

──The almost inaudible groan exploded in the silent hall where only his breathing sounded.

Yue Ying's mind suddenly died. He froze there, staring at Wen Xien with wide eyes.

Wen Xien did not wake up, but frowned slightly as if discomfort. He moved his body, as if he wanted to turn over. However, due to posture problems, he just turned his head to the other side and did not move more afterwards.

Yue Ying still set a strong suppression posture and did not dare to act rashly. He stared with his breath, observing any subtle expression on Wen Xien's face, until he was sure that Wen Xien had not woken up, and then stared at the careful Wen Xien and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Wen Xien's frown slightly moved and hummed softly.

Yue Ying's mind turned pale, and a heat current was about to rush out.

Under the soft and blurred moonlight, the cold eyebrows, messy collar, dizzy cheeks, the slightly red cheeks, the closed eyes unconsciously, and the frown. The monk was in Yue Ying's eyes at this time, the light-colored poppy flowers blooming in Yue Ying's eyes: they looked simple and clean, but they hooked people in their bones, tempting people to make people addicted.

There is no way he can look as cold and unattainable in his daily life.

"Is it comfortable? Huh?"

He asked in a low voice, his eyes full of pride and obsceneness.

Only such a monk did not make Yue Ying feel less misty. The monk who was contaminated with the world seemed to be pulled down from the altar by someone.

? ?hey-hey

?

?????

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!