President he is paranoid

Although he didn't understand why she said that, he still did as she said.Raising his right hand, his thumb and index finger slowly wrapped around the middle finger of her left hand like holding a ring.

"Qiqi, I want to be your husband."

He repeated what he had said to her that day.

"Okay." She smiled slightly, meeting his unbelievable eyes, "I agree, because——I also want to be your wife."

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After Xia Qi finished saying this, Jun Jinyan seemed to freeze all movements of her body, staring at her with pitch-black eyes, didn't speak, just watched.It was as if she wanted to engrave all her appearance in her pupils at this moment.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Xia Qi frowned and asked. After all, what she said just now was equivalent to agreeing to his proposal, but he didn't seem to have any basic reaction.

He still looked at her quietly, without blinking his eyes.

She simply raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

However, with just the first wave, her hand was suddenly grabbed by his.His hands were trembling slightly, and this trembling was transmitted to her body.

"Really?" His lips were trembling, and so was his voice.

She was startled, his trembling suddenly made her nose a little sore, "Yeah." She nodded.

The next moment, his right hand suddenly clasped the back of her head, pressed her lips to his own, and kissed him violently, almost swallowing her, as if wanting to swallow her lips, her breath, her body. Sweetness, everything melted into his body, his flesh and blood.

His tongue pried open her white teeth, squeezed into her mouth, brushed and licked every inch of her mouth, making her almost breathless.

She wanted to raise her head slightly, but his fingers pressed firmly on the back of her head, and his fingertips inserted into her hair, instead pressing her head even more towards him.

"Hmm... Jinyan..." She wanted to speak, but he held the tip of her tongue in his mouth, so she could only make a vague sound, and couldn't complete a sentence at all.

At this moment, his body was still lying on the ground, and she was forced to press on him. Because of her prone posture, the saliva in her mouth flowed down uncontrollably, to the corners of her mouth, and into his in the mouth.

But he seems to be tasting the sweetest honey in the world, swallowing her body fluid.As he swallowed, his Adam's apple kept sliding.

Such a strong kiss almost made Xia Qi faint.

The instinct to breathe first made her squirm her lips continuously, but instead, she became more entangled with his lips.

Suddenly, the world spun, and she had already been picked up by him and pressed onto the bed.The tip of his tongue licked-licked the residual saliva at the corners of her lips, nibbled-bited-kissed her neck and collarbone along her lower jaw...

Xia Qi was breathing heavily, and at this moment, she could clearly feel Jun Jinyan's bulging against her abdomen, and his fingers were unbuttoning her clothes.

one, two...

The buttons were gradually undone, and goose bumps appeared on the skin due to the sudden contact with the air.

His lips gradually moved down, and his fingers pinched the softness of her chest. His lips kissed all the way down, until they stopped at her abdomen.

The body became scorching hot because of his kiss, and the blood seemed to be boiling. Xia Qi blushed and panted continuously.

He sprinkled countless tiny kisses on her belly, his bulge touched the entrance of her soft heart, but he didn't enter, but just stayed outside - even though, his words - son, It has turned red to purple, and his desire has climbed to the peak.

"Qiqi." He suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on her, "Will you regret it?"

"What do you regret?" She asked with a slightly uneven breath.

"Regret what you said to me today, regret marrying me." His voice was very low and light, with a hint of hesitation, as if he was afraid that all of this was just his delusion.

"No, since I decided to marry you, why should I regret it?" Her face was almost on fire.The two people are talking in such a posture, asking and answering, and with each breath of each other, the place will rub lightly, which will bring a more strange feeling to the body.

Beads of sweat were dripping from Jun Jinyan's forehead, and Qingjun's face was full of lust. His hands were pressed on the bed beside her, his palms were pulling on the quilt, his fingers were deeply embedded in it, and the back of his hands It's full of bulging veins.

His lips moved, and he asked again, "Will you always love me? No matter what I do, will you always love me?"

She took a deep breath, raised her hands, and wrapped them around his neck.His eyes are focused, longing, and clear.

How long have these eyes been looking at her?He has been looking at her since he was six years old, and she has never really seen his eyes until now.

"I love you, Xia Qi loves Jun Jinyan! So, no matter what happens in the future, no matter what you do, I will love you." Xia Qi's face was still crimson, but her eyes were not. Leaving Jun Jinyan's face.Her voice is soft, but every word is clear and powerful.

In those clear black eyes, there were clouds and mist, and two lines of clear tears just slipped down from his eye sockets.It was crystal clear, like pearls with broken strings, falling drop by drop on her face, neck, and hair...

He was crying, and he was crying again, crying in front of her.

With his eyes open, he cried silently, as if this was his body's instinctive way of venting his emotions.How much he longed for it and how much he cherished it made him shed so many tears!

She wiped his tears helplessly, "Don't cry...don't cry..." Looking at his tears would make her heart throb for the last time.

He choked up silently, tears burning her hand.

But she didn't know how to make him stop crying, she could only keep wiping his tears, kissing his eyes, and then took the initiative to hug him tightly, let his swell, buried deeply into her body.

"Look, now we are together, now, we are closer than ever." Her voice was like moaning.

He felt the warmth that enveloped him, that kind of warmth, not only the desire, but also the kind of spiritual satisfaction, as if the senses he had been lacking all the time, in this kind of warmth , was slowly made up.