"Chuyang, you..."

She is anxious to get up, but Ji chuyang directly embraces her waist and whispers, "don't move."

The cigarette between the fingers, diffuse smoke, Ling xiaoshallow inhaled in the body, uncomfortable frown, uncomfortable partial to the beginning.

"Not used to the smell of smoke?" Ji chuyang murmured in a deep voice. He moved the cigarette to the ashtray on the table, put out the cigarette end, turned his eyes to Ling Xiaoqian, and began to smile, "I'll get used to it soon!"

With that, his fingers had lifted her face, and the smoke smelling lips met her.

Ling Xiaoqian just wanted to say something, but his lips were blocked.

His lips still smell of smoke, but I don't know why, smelling the smoke from him made her feel confused unconsciously.

Never thought that the smell of smoke emitted from him, with mellow fragrance and the breath of his body, would be so charming.

Ji chuyang stops the kiss just now. His lips are less than two centimeters away. He orders in a low voice:

"Kiss me!"

"Eh?"

Ling Xiaoqian looked at him slowly, puzzled, and wanted to step back, far away from him, but his arms clamped her tightly, so that she couldn't step back, and didn't dare to push him away, so she could only stare.

"Kiss me!" Repeat the light language of Ji chuyang.

It is a kind of only in front of her, unique gentle, downfall, people will unconsciously fall, unable to extricate themselves.

Ling Xiaoqian nibbled his lips to make himself sober and free from the charm of this man.

"Chuyang, my sister is still..."

The interruption of Ji chuyang's whisper.

"You want me to say it a third time?"

Ling Xiaoqian faintly feels that he seems to be unhappy again. He just wants to kiss him. There's no need to make him unhappy.

So she came closer and gave him a kiss on the lip.

Ask him again, "is that ok?"

Ji chuyang frowns slightly. This woman pretends to be stupid, doesn't she?

"Just as I kiss you, you kiss me." It's so clear. How can she pretend to be stupid.