Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

The bowl of porridge was eaten quickly. When Fang woke up, his slightly dry lips were moistened with a thin layer of porridge water.She was hugged by the waist and carried over. She was separated by a layer of underwear, and her back was pressed against the warm chest. She looked cold, but her body temperature was warm.

Song Shi's chin rested on her shoulder, and he rubbed it lovingly. His long dark hair was intertwined with hers, and his head was close to the sensitive part of her neck. She shrank subconsciously, but was held by the hands wrapped in front of her, and the remaining tenderness 'The numbness spreads along the tailbone.

She tilted her body slightly in his arms and looked back at him. Before a certain thought could be clear, she was interrupted by a kiss on her cheek. There was almost unconscious surprise in her eyes.

The gloomy young man smiled at her reaction, and kissed the corner of her lips again. The smile on his clear and pale face was faint, but his eyes were filled with tenderness.The thumb pads rubbed across her lips, as if to wipe away the porridge stains on them, but the grinding force made the lips darker, her eyes darkened, and the low magnetic voice seemed to be stained with a smile, "I want to Are you up?"

She nodded, pursed her lips slightly, the touch from just now still lingered on the corners of her lips, and the area where her fingertips wiped was slightly numb. Her whole body was wrapped in his breath, which was thick in her breath. He tidied her up from behind. The loose collar of the clothes was folded and closed, and the loose ties around the waist were retied. His slender fingers were flexible around the thin white belt.

He didn't want to separate from her until he tied the beautiful knot, and he didn't forget to rub her shoulder again. His gloomy and cold look was in great contrast with his behavior.

Ruan Ruan was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, with her hair tied up in a bun. The maid carefully inserted the hairpin into it. He was watching from the side with a very presence in his eyes. He opened the lipstick bottle on the table with his clear-jointed pale fingers and dipped his fingertips into it. Taking some, as if to help her, the maid quietly left after finishing what she was doing. She slightly raised her head towards him, her eyes inevitably met his, and the warm fingertips smeared the red lipstick, It stained the pale fingertips and her lips.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his crow feathers, making his pupils darker. He was careful not to smear it beyond his lips. Within nearly a minute of looking at each other, her eyes trembled, and she almost subconsciously wanted to look away. , but then thought about her relationship with him, her ears turned slightly red, "Husband, are you okay?"

When she spoke, the fingers on her lips came out with a touch of red. Seeing the ruined lip makeup, her Adam's apple rolled up, but she still ate the lipstick.The already bright-colored lips became even more beautiful when stained with lipstick. He didn't care. He first rubbed the area around her lips with a clean fingertip, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe off the lipstick on his lips. He lowered his eyes and wiped away the smudged red on his fingers one by one, with meticulous movements and a sense of astringency for no reason.

The hazy fog in her eyes dissipated, and she was still panting slightly. Her heart was beating violently like a drum. She was speechless. The hand that was holding the corner of his clothes was unable to loosen it. She finally recovered and saw him approaching. She moved to cover her lips almost subconsciously, but the next second a slightly hot kiss fell on her eyelids.

The eyelashes of her closed eyes trembled. Ruan Ruan opened her eyes. He had straightened up and covered the lipstick container. He stared at her, his voice still slightly hoarse, "That's good."

When she was led out of the room, she was still thinking, was he like this before?Physical contact happened almost at any time. If it wasn't the first time, why hadn't she gotten used to his "enthusiasm"? The memory seemed to be separated by something, but she didn't feel the need to delve into it, watching him relax subconsciously.