As his breathing was narrow, Xue Zhu realized from his gradually heavier breath that his purpose seemed to be just kissing.

Kissing is just a normal intimate action.

What's deeper is the movements in his hands.

The man seemed to be on a bumpy bus and had no seat, so his slender hands instinctively searched for the pull-up ring.

Xuezhu opened her eyes filled with water and looked at him.

He paused, his eyes deep, staring at her for a moment.

Xuezhu bit her lip, and she had never been treated like this. The touch was strange and novel. Electric currents poured into her limbs and bones from her chest, and even her fingertips felt numb. She couldn't stand it, so she leaned back and said, "Don't put your hands randomly."

She said this, but her expression was really unconvincing.

Meng Yuning's turbid breathing overflowed from his throat, feeling a little fatal.

Not an exaggeration.

It turns out that falling in love can really make people lose their minds, and all they think about is this.

Eat the marrow and know the taste and indulge in it.

She is really cute.

Whether it is to refuse or welcome or to mess around, whether it is when I was a child or now.

I liked her very much when I was a child. I couldn't help laughing whenever I think of her. Now this kind of liking has become a man's possession and desire for women. When I think of her or touch her, I unconsciously get close to her.

He asked her with his smiling and meaningful eyes under the lens.

You don't hate it, do you?

Xuezhu avoided his eyes, reached out to touch the side, and touched the potato chips that he had just thrown aside.

"Eat potato chips?"

She used potato chips to block the two of them's tightly attached bodies.

Meng Yuning: "No," he paused and added with a smile, "I don't like eating potato chips."

He said this clearly that he dug a hole and asked her to jump in.

Then Xue Zhuzhen jumped down.

"What do you like to eat?"

Meng Yuning's smile became deeper and deeper.

Good sister, really obedient.

He blinked and chuckled: "I like to eat tofu."

Xuezhu thought tofu is also a snack?

Then I was eaten tofu.

When Meng Yuning pressed her on the sofa, Xue Zhu realized it later that the tofu he was talking about was this.

The man hugged her tightly, making her unable to move.

He attached his lips to her ear, called her nickname in a warm and silenceful voice, and murmured: "Xiaozhu."

He is extremely gentle, but also has a wet desire.

Meng Yuning looked particularly seductive when she was moved. Her beautiful eyes were full of love and pity for her. She wanted to cut her heart out and show her how much she liked her.

His legs cooled down, and his hands, which were holding his arms loosely, suddenly clenched.

What she couldn't resist was his tenderness, whether it was a gentle kiss or a gentle possession.

The sofa space is too small, and it can only accommodate Xue Zhu, a petite and slender body.

As her name suggests, she has a snow-white fragrance.

Meng Yuning picked her up and went to the bedroom.

A big bed of two meters is enough to make your desires go to the extreme.

In the dark room of the tall building, Xue Zhu's body seemed to be soaked in the cloud dream of Wushan.

The purple pine snow-pressing ball is straight and soft, and the fragrance is unrestrained, so you can stick to the cherry and not let go.

In front of the quiet forest that had just rained, the road was muddy and wet. The hunter's feet were slippery and almost fell down. He placed the newly hunted deer in front of the woods. The girl living deep in the woods was lured out of the forest. She had never seen such a prey before, so she went up to check it out. The hunter was tempted and asked the girl to take him into the forest and give him a place to sit, so that the two could taste the delicious venison together.

The girl's heart was as thrust as a deer, and she nodded and agreed.

Later, the sound of the girl being deceived came from the forest, and the hunter had already swallowed the deer and the girl all in her belly.

...

"What should I do?" he asked hoarsely, "Not that."

Xuezhu turned over, turned her back to him, and rubbed her legs together in embarrassment and said, "That's it."

Meng Yuning sighed heavily and covered her butterfly bones.

It's better not to let her take medicine.

"Does it feel uncomfortable?"

It would be strange if you don’t feel uncomfortable if you climb the mountain halfway and you don’t feel up or down in one breath.

Xuezhu blushed, gasped in small breath, and didn't say anything.

Meng Yuning asked softly: "I'll help you?"

Xuezhu didn't understand: "Hmm?"

He went down and got into the quilt covering the two.

Xuezhu, who climbed to the top of the mountain, thought dizzyly, it turned out that the scenery on the top of the mountain was like this.

Meng Yuning pulled the tissue from the bedside table and wiped her lips, pinched her face, and asked, "Are you still watching the movie?"

The suspense movie that had been watched for nearly two hours was suspended until Meng Yuning came out of the bedroom with her legs trembling with her trembling legs, and then took her to watch the entire movie.

In the second half of the movie, Xue Zhu always kept quiet, and even the shocking reversal at the end of the movie did not react much.

Later, Meng Yuning answered a call and went to the study. Xuezhu watched the movie again, forcing herself to forget everything that happened in the bedroom just now. Without the disturbance of the man, she watched it quietly alone. Only then did she realize that she was amazed at the rigorous logical script settings of this suspense movie.

After watching the movie, Song Yanping called and asked her why she was not at home.

Today is Sunday, the last day of the unit’s team building. When Song Yanping returned home, she found that her daughter had not come back yet.

Xuezhu said guiltily: "I am at Brother Yuning's house."

"Are you at Ningning's house? Then will you come back to sleep at night?"

Xuezhu almost immediately said: "Of course I'm back, mom, what are you thinking!"

Song Yanping was puzzled: "What am I thinking about? I will ask if you are spending the night at my brother's house. If you spend the night, remember not to cause trouble for my brother."

“…”

After Meng Yuning finished his work, he came out of the study and Xuezhu hung up the phone.

She stared at him for no reason.

He blinked: "What's wrong?"

The beast in clothes and clothes probably refers to Meng Yuning.

Everyone was deceived by him.

Even she was deceived for many years. The filters in her childhood were too heavy. If she had known that he was such a person, she would not have described him as a star in the sky that was so bright that she could not catch up with or touch.

Before she got home, she found another movie to watch.

Meng Yuning’s TV screen is large and has a high resolution, making it very exciting to watch movies.

This time they did not look for suspense movies anymore, but seriously looked for a literary movie.

Movies are old movies more than 20 years ago. As we mature, people will become nostalgic, and those long-lasting films and TV dramas will be like fine wine.

After watching an old movie, it is like taking a hot spring in the snow-capped mountains. From the body to the heart, it is a long aftertaste of the end of the movie.

Because of the name of the movie, Xuezhu couldn't deny the love letter he tore off after reading it.

The meaning of love letters is that those loves that cannot be expressed can be conveyed to the other party in a complete and complete manner through the tip of the pen.

Now she was lying in Meng Yuning's arms with peace of mind, feeling that the love letter was no longer important.

In many days to come, she could directly say the word "like".

But Meng Yuning's thoughts were completely opposite to hers.

"Xiao Zhu," he paused slightly, and the strength of his arms around her tightened a little, as if he was afraid that she would slip away from her arms. "You said you didn't want to talk about this again, but I still feel that I should apologize to you seriously for this."

Xuezhu: "What's the matter?"

"I shouldn't read the letter you wrote in my senior year of high school."

They all grew up from children. When they were teenagers, Meng Yuning could empathize with her how sensitive and fragile his immature mind was.
To be continued...