Stupidly Cute Qing Mei: The Childhood Friend is Too Black Bellied

While she was thinking about these issues in a mess, Cheng Zhiyan's deep eyes were staring at her motionlessly.

? ?

The bunny thought ... her brother in orange juice seemed a little bit wrong? ?

However, before she asked, Cheng Zhiyan turned silently over the balcony and stood in front of her.

From such a close distance, the characteristic cold breath of him instantly surrounded her, in which ... it seemed to be mixed with a strong taste of wine? ?

When Xiaotu sucked his nose, when he was about to ask Cheng Zhiyan whether he was drinking, he had already stretched out a slender palm, grabbed her arm with a claw, and pulled her towards him.

The little rabbit did not stand still, and the whole person fell towards Cheng Zhiyan's arms.

He held the rabbit's slender waist tightly with one hand, and pinched her delicate chin with the other, leaning forward and kissing her rosy lips.

"Oh ... orange juice ..." The rabbit's voice had been blocked in his mouth before he could say.

His slippery tongue pried open her teeth indiscriminately, the tip of her tongue found her soft little tongue, and kissed it with a hint of punishment.

The little rabbit just felt that the sky was spinning, and a strong alcoholic taste instantly spread out of her mouth.

He ... drinking? ?

The bunny widened his eyes and looked at Cheng Zhiyan's handsome and handsome face up close.

There was no special look on his face. It could even be said that his expression was cold and without a trace of emotion.

Those clear and deep eyes looked at her like a pool of springs without any depth.

The eyes of the two of them looked at each other so straight, but each other's lips were tightly intertwined.

Little Rabbit gradually felt a little hot, and her face became involuntarily red. In the end, she lost in Cheng Zhiyan's eyes and closed her eyes silently.

His kiss was completely different than before.

More powerful, more powerful, and more intolerant of her refusal.

The rabbit's heart was leaping through the chest, almost fast enough to pop out of his throat.

Cheng Zhiyan's hand was leaning against her waist, making her body close to him, while his other hand was pinching her chin and clasping her back. This posture made her In his arms, under his lips, he couldn't move at all.

The bunny felt slightly dizzy in front of his eyes.

There was a hint of strong alcohol in his breath, and it sprayed warmly on her cheek. Even as he was kissing her, she could feel the straight bridge of his nose against his face.

Little Rabbit does not know how much alcohol he drank, nor does he know how much her orange juice brother is drinking, and whether she is drunk.

She only knew that she was being entangled with him decisively and forcefully, so that she almost had no chance to breathe, and even had no chance to resist, and had to be forced to tangled with him thoroughly.

The bunny just leaned on its head and stood on the balcony. The slender little hands gradually changed from the one that originally hit his chest to the neck.

Such a passionate kiss, I do not know how long it lasted, until the rabbit felt that his lips were a little painful, Cheng Zhiyan slowly moved his face away.