If the love is deep into the bones

Chapter 235 What do you want to express

He turned his head and glanced at me, with one hand slightly bent, his elbow propped on the right side of my head, and the other hand brought the blue thing that was packaged like chewing gum in front of me...or it should be in front of himself.

He looked around from side to side, then moved his gaze to my face, looked down at me and said, "I haven't touched this thing for many years."

"..." Why are you telling me this?I haven't touched it yet!
"It doesn't feel good," he said.

"...What do you want to express?" I looked at him and blinked.

He pouted his lower lip lightly, and didn't answer me. Instead, he put his hand down, put it on my shoulder, and lowered his head to enclose my lips.

The person who spoke so calmly just a second ago, the kiss was as fierce and urgent as a storm.

He looked at me, his eye sockets seemed to be on fire, but his pupils were as black as silent, as if he couldn't see the pupils...

After a few strokes, I felt something moist flow out of my sore eye sockets, but I didn't have time to take care of it, my head was blank.

After a while, as soon as my breath eased, he lowered his head abruptly and sucked heavily on my lips.

I hummed in a low voice, the voice was hoarse, fragile and helpless, like a poor kitten.

When it was over, not only me, but even him looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

I feel like I have only one breath left...

The sound of heavy breathing combined with the sound of the lighter passed through the eardrums, as if it came from a distant place, and then there was smoke drifting over. I stared blankly at the eyes on the ceiling and blinked mechanically.

"Heh—" He smiled lowly, and said in a thick and hoarse voice, "Do you want to be so pitiful?"

"..."

The air was silent for two seconds, and he smiled again, still low, hoarse, and sexy...

Then I felt him move, and the next second he covered me with a shadow.

I didn't even bother to move my eyeballs, and finally moved them, and slowly moved them to his face.

His hair is wet, and his forehead is still covered with thin sweat, but why does his eyes look so radiant, and why am I about to die? !
He lowered his head, pecked lightly on my lips, raised his hand, and stroked my lower lip with his thumb.

The scorching pain was immediately conveyed to my brain, I frowned feebly, and took a deep breath.

"It's broken," he said, his eyes lingering on my lips.

"You bit..." I tried to breathe back.

(End of this chapter)