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"Qiqi, I only have you in this life, so you can only have me in this life."

On the big and clean white bed, the young man's lean and strong body pressed against the girl under him, and his delicate thin lips lingered on the girl's collarbone.

"Let go of me." The girl's voice was panting.

"Don't you like me?" The kiss stopped because of this, the jaw was slowly raised, and the boy's beautiful eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him.

It was a very focused look. Her face was imprinted in the pupils and in the color of the pupils, as if - she was the only one in his eyes. "Then who do you like?" His eyebrows slightly raised, delicate but also gloomy.

The girl's heart trembled suddenly, but she didn't make a sound.

The next moment, he grabbed her right hand, opened his mouth to hold her finger, sucking, licking, spitting out and sucking in, repeating the movements repeatedly, as if her fingers were his most cherished at the moment. Toys in general.

Sighing, she said, "No, I didn't like anyone." As she spoke, she twisted her wrist, trying to free her fingers from his grip.

But his strength was so great that her struggle had no effect at all.

The thin lips were lifted slightly, and the corners of the almost perfect lips evoked a faint smile, "It's a good thing you didn't name other men, otherwise, I would kill him."

She only felt her scalp go numb, "Jun Jinyan, you are a lunatic!"

"Well, I'm crazy." He moved the backs of her hands to his lips, and kissed the backs of her hands softly, "Qiqi, I'm only crazy for you."

He spoke so indifferently, so casually, but it made her feel chills.

As if this is an obvious fact, since that year, when he tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, his world has only been crazy about her.

"Like me, Kiki, I want you to like me!" His knees easily separated her legs, approaching her softness.

She stared at him, his lips were still pressed against the back of her hand, hot and humid, extremely lingering.His paranoia was beyond her comprehension, as if he was treating a toy, but also as if he insisted on getting an answer.

After taking a deep breath, she said, "Let go of me first, my hand hurts."

"Does it hurt?" He frowned slightly, but he didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked the red spot on her wrist, "If you like me, it won't hurt." gone."

"Do you like me?" she asked back.

"I like it." He replied without any hesitation.

"And do you know what I really want?" she continued.

He stared at her fixedly, then lowered his eyelids, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against her neck, feeling the flow of blood through her warm skin, "Huh? What do you really want? "

"Let me go." As she replied, suddenly, she felt a pain in her neck.

His teeth bit her neck fiercely, as if he wanted to penetrate her flesh and bite off her artery.

It hurts... But she didn't say anything until his lips left her neck and his hands touched her cheeks.

Her bewitching lips were incomparably bright red, and her face was deeply imprinted in those beautiful white lotus-like eyes.