He subverted her former fantasy, but gave her the most real dream at this moment.

Therefore, he promised her a love, and she also promised him a gentleness.

She loves him.

...

Suddenly, she leaned closer again, and her smirking lips kissed his thin lips deeply. The next second, the corner of his mouth was pulled deeper.

With a buckle of his palm, he responded more enthusiastically.

The four tight petals are entwined and twisted, and the tip of the tongue is hooked to the tip of the tongue. You can feel the soft muscles in the mouth trembling slightly, the lips and teeth are rubbed, sucking and biting, turning into a silent love word, and the hottest confession is heard from each other's heartbeat.

Suddenly, a bang--

On the canal in the distance, a splendid fireworks exploded and were placed in this night sky filled with stars, one after another, and colorful fireworks passed by like meteors.

On the Cathedral Square, there were many couples hugging and kissing each other, enjoying the romance to the fullest.

The kiss fell all over.

...

Jing Qingge's delicate eyes were charming, and the mist under her eyes had not yet faded. She looked at him with a smile. Ji Yicheng's deep eyes became more and more charming, and there was a faint dark light.

"Qingbaoer, let's go back to the hotel." Ji Yicheng whispered against the tip of his nose, and suddenly picked her up with a thrust, turned around and walked quickly towards the parking lot not far away.

Jing Qingge laughed out loud, letting his princess hug him. This was Milan, and no one knew him. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. He even gently swayed his calves in his arms and held the roses.

When he returned to the car, Ji Yicheng helped her tie her seat belt, and took the opportunity to peck her mouth and kiss her, then quickly got into the car and stepped on the accelerator.

Jing Qingge smiled dullly, and he was anxious.

Before she drove out of the square, she saw the ice cream moving car not far away. The front was full of customers. It was the most classic Italian handmade chocolate ice cream, which can be regarded as a specialty food in Milan. She wanted to eat it in the afternoon, but she didn't see the mobile car in the square.

"Ji Yicheng, I want to eat ice cream." Jing Qingge said.

"I just had a meal, and eating ice cream is not good for my stomach."

"Only one." Miss Jing pouted, Ji Yicheng surrendered decisively. As soon as she acted coquettishly, he stopped the car by the side of the road, "Waiting for me in the car, I just agreed to be the only one."

"Go and go." Jing Qingge waved his little hand.

Ji Yicheng silently pulled down the corner of his eyes, feeling that the little master was tired of, and he gave the little master a sense of déjà →_→…

Then I got off the car and went to buy ice cream.

...

Jing Qingge was sitting in the passenger seat, with music playing in the speaker. She looked down at the photos in the SLR. Ji Yicheng's shooting skills were also very good. Almost every shot was just right, making her very beautiful.

No, the most important thing is that the model is good-looking, fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, otherwise no matter how skilled the cameraman is, it will be useless.

A girl Jing touched her face very narcissistically, and she didn't know how to write the word "modest".

Ji Yicheng squeezed out of the crowd and looked at the two handmade ice creams in his hand, one with chocolate and the other with matcha flavors, which were all the flavors that Jing Qingge liked, and couldn't help but complain that he had completely lost to his little villain.

Ji Yicheng was about to walk back when he looked up, and suddenly, his dark pupils burst violently, his eyes were so angry that the ice cream in his hand fell to the ground.

"No----!" He ran wildly like crazy.
Chapter completed!