Chapter 1289 (1/2)

Regret it?

It's impossible to regret. Meng Jianzhi's only idea now is, damn it, why didn't he taste this soft earlier and earlier.

Damn soft, damn sweet.

You were just a taste under the impulse, and finally became a strange emotion that you couldn't control. Instead, you just touched your lips gently, and finally became an explosion reflected by melting snow.

He grabbed it directly, took off his seat belt with one hand, got up and completely covered the past, pressed people directly on the seat and worked hard

Kiss her.

It was the lips of the kiss, but Meng Jianzhi felt that he had done the most exciting thing in his life. He trembled and his brain was blank. However, he still remembered to hold her hand tightly so that she would not have any chance to break free.

Then... It's from hard, to gentle, and then gently long, licking, gentle and outrageous.

When he slowly retreated, he saw that Xiaoyue's cheeks had flown up, two groups of red, shortness of breath, and his eyes were slightly blurred. In this way, it looked inexplicably good-looking.

Meng Jianzhi's impulse to stop was inexplicable and unbearable at this moment.

He took a deep breath, his lips pressed on the front of her lips, and his slightly hoarse voice revealed a faint smell of wine.

”Han Xiaoyue.”

When calling her voice, it seemed as if she was chewing some candy, with a sweet smell.

”I like you so much.” He hummed, ”I don't know why I like you so much.”

”Do you believe in fate, Han Xiaoyue?”