C9 (2/2)

”This …”

”Liangyi, this young master has already made a concession. This time, I will not give in.” Xu Liangyi was about to raise an objection when Xu Liangcheng coldly said.

”…”

Hearing this, her exquisite facial features instantly wrinkled.

Helpless, Liu Yi could only compromise.

”Come, come, come. The bride and groom are closer. Come closer.” As the photographer continued to prompt, Liangyi's and Xu Liangcheng's lips were almost touching, because the photos were intended to magnify the bride and groom's kisses.

”The bride should smile a little more.”

Seeing her lips almost touch Xu Lengcheng's, he wondered, could she even smile? Liangyi was 21 years old this year, but her first kiss had yet to be delivered. How could Xu Liangcheng have taken the lead?

However …

”Ugh …”

However, just as she was fiercely protesting in her heart, Xu Lengcheng's lips were already tightly pressed onto hers as her mind blanked out.

”Xu Liang …”

”Ugh …”

Xu Liangcheng took the opportunity to force her tongue into her mouth. At this moment, Liangyi felt the world was spinning around her. It was as if she was struck by lightning, and her entire body froze on the spot.

”Pa, pa, pa ~ ~”

Side, front, top, bottom.

The photographer's flash was taking pictures of their kisses in different directions. Xu Liangcheng, on the other hand, seemed to have tasted the sweetness. His kiss could be said to be able to topple mountains and overturn seas, sweeping up Liang Yi's immature mouth.

At this moment, Leng Yi could only stare with wide eyes, allowing Xu Lengcheng's thin lips to recklessly invade and attack her, until she was almost choked by his kiss and was prepared to struggle with all her might …

”OK, very good, very good.”

As the photographer finished his sentence, his overbearing grip on her lips began to move as fast as lightning.

He left so quickly that it was as if nothing had happened between him and her.

At this moment, the corner of her lips was still smeared with his saliva, and her body was still stained with his aura.

She stared at him with eyes full of accusation. At this moment, his face was brimming with the smile of a popinjay, and the faint scent of ancient dragon perfume lingered in her nostrils. At this moment, he was like a poisoned poppy, carefully weaving a gentle net for her that she could not escape.