Chapter 844 (1/2)

Thinking of the way he read the poem, she always felt that it should be very special, ”then read this poem to me in Chinese.”

Zhou Muze took a deep look at her, turned off the light and left only a floor lamp.

”What are you doing?” She asked.

”Create the atmosphere.” He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, extremely gentle, but she felt strange, ”what's the matter?”

He grinned, gently pressed his thumb on her lips, his eyes moved down from her eyebrows and eyes, and slowly opened his mouth: ”that seductive and charming grape string...”

In the warm yellow light, he has a deep voice and a different kind of sexy.

Qin Yi suddenly realized that the atmosphere was not right

The man's hand gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes in the direction of his eyes, and moved down inch by inch. ”That swollen and admirable flesh,”

Qin Yi trembled all over, and looked at him in disbelief. What poem was he reading?

”And the best - it's the amazing little hands and fingers that lure people's lips,” said Zhou, holding her fingers gently.

After half a year's intensive care, all the flesh she had lost from her serious illness had grown back, and her bony hands had returned to their proper sensuality. Her fingers were slender but fleshy, but the fingertips were naturally slightly pointed, which was just the description of ”pointing like cutting a root and scallion” in ancient poetry.

He bowed his head, gave her a kiss, and looked up at her.

The kiss seemed to reach her heart.

All of a sudden, he was struck by his heart.

At this time, Zhou Muze separated her five fingers and held her fingertips, which was not counted. He also sucked.

A burst of numbness spread from his fingertips and quickly spread to his whole body. Qin Yi almost groaned and was about to speak, but he was interrupted by his whisper: ”everyone can kiss with satisfaction, everyone can put it into his mouth...”

Qin Yi held his breath, his face began to heat, red, just like a grape just ripe.

Zhou Muze chuckled, rubbed her cheek, and recited in a low voice, ”stretch out your lips, bite off the vine branches, squeeze them quietly with your tongue --”

hand over your lips and tongue, and press your words into your throat.

Qin Yi is so hot that she seems to have a fire burning in her heart. She burns her reason a little bit. She feels like a fish on the shore and urgently needs to be rescued.

“…… She will quietly overflow the juice, ”Zhou Muze's eyes are deep, his eyes slowly descend from her ruddy lips, and his hands follow the place where his eyes pass.

After a while, Qin Yi felt that he stopped and opened his eyes slightly. He saw that he was looking at himself and hugging himself tightly in his arms. Then he heard him recite, ”with a little force, her juice will burst and splash...”