Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 59

Tang Tianxiao groaned softly, as if something hotter than flames was flowing in his body, making him breathless, but he couldn't help himself even more.

In the more and more intense entanglement, Ke Qianmei could only feel that the small pleasures that were constantly splashing out gradually numb the pain between frictions, and gradually converged into waves rolling, swallowing, surging, overwhelming...

Suddenly a more rapid force struck, accompanied by unbearable strong stimulation, as if it pierced her soul alive, causing her to roll into the vortex of weightlessness, screaming uncontrollably, her eyes darkened.

In the pure darkness like the world turned upside down, if there are rich and noble flowers blooming, they are in full swing, spreading all the way to the boundless distance; if there are fiery trees and silver flowers, shining like clouds, blooming in the black soil of thousands of years, cutting through the sky for thousands of miles.

Everything in life that has sprouted or never sprouted is suddenly bright and bright, covering all objects within sight, together with their own lives, shining transparently and softly, as bright as glass.

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It took a long, long time, but Qian Mei felt as if she had stepped on the ground, and slowly regained consciousness.

Pain, fatigue, and the aftertaste of trembling in her body seemed to remind her of the madness and beauty just now.

Tang Tianxiao was still holding her in his arms, his smiling phoenix eyes were bright and shining, like a pool of spring water melted by the sun, shimmering and gentle.

"what happened?"

He kissed her moist eyelashes, changed his slender fingers from the rigidity when holding the sword, and gently caressed her shoulders and neck, all the way down, caressing her carefully.Can't seem to let go.

"I don't like it..." Ke Qianmei said with her mouth flattened, her eyelashes getting wetter.

Suddenly, tears were already dripping down on Tang Tianxiao's lips.

The transparent teardrops, warm and slightly salty, seemed to contain the familiar fragrance that she had known before.

Tang Tianxiao frowned, and asked carefully: "Have I hurt you? You don't like me anymore?"

Ke Qianmei threw her head into his arms and shook her head.

The black hair rippling on his skin, stroked like light feathers, making everything hard and strong have to be softened.

He lowered his brows and eyes, lowered his posture even more, and kissed her tenderly, deliberately pleasing, just like any amorous young man who just got his sweetheart.

But Qian Mei couldn't stand the teasing, her body began to tremble again.

Then, she sobbed and cried out loudly: "I like being with you, and I like the feeling when we are close, as if the two of us are together as if they are connected by flesh and blood. But I don't like the feeling afterwards."

"What do you feel?"

"It seems... I am no longer myself at all, even... my life is no longer mine."

Tang Tianxiao looked deeply at her naked embarrassment and inexpressible sorrow, with a smile on his brows, he asked softly, "Whose is that?"

Ke Qianmei sniffed, but didn't answer.

Tang Tianxiao lowered his head and kissed her, forcing her to look up to him, and continued to press, "Well, at that time, who did you think you were?"

But Qian Mei blushed, and said reluctantly: "Your."

"That's right." Tang Tianxiao sighed helplessly, "This way it will be evened."

Ke Qianmei stared at him with wide eyes.

(End of this chapter)