Chapter 3395

The young man is more angry than her, and his hands are tighter. He can't be pulled apart by the witch.

"That's a prank. Don't you see that his feet are swollen by my trampling?"

"But you let him kiss you!" The teenagers continued to make trouble.

"That's just the back of the hand," she said

"But he touched your body with his dirty lips!"

Witch: "..."

Drunk little guy is not cute at all!

"Then what do you say?"

Can't two people sit on the roof all night?

"What, what?"

Dyson repeated a sentence, misty blinking with green eyes, in the night sky, streamer bright.

He suddenly bent his lips as if he had a particularly good idea.

"Then! I want to kiss too! "

"Well, just a kiss?" The witch really can't take him. She doesn't even know how to get this guy down.

She took the initiative to stretch out her long white hand and stick the back of her hand to the young man's lips

The boy didn't answer. He had bowed his head and kissed the place where Albert kissed during the day.

With a soft, moist touch, the witch blinked in surprise. Why do you feel different?

It was the same kiss. When Albert kissed the back of her hand, she felt calm and even a little like slapping the fan.

But when the young man's soft lip fell on her hand.

The tip of her tongue brushed the dark blood vessels on the back of her hand, and the soft curly hair brushed her arm.

All the feelings are very novel.

So, when the boy with exploratory, like a hungry dog in the desert, found water and pasted it on her pink lips, she did not refuse.

So, the boy who was paralyzed by alcohol began to be excited. He couldn't tell whether he was in reality or in dream at all.

Maybe in the dream --

because in reality, the witch is not so obedient and kisses in his arms.

The moonlight is as bright as yarn.

Light in the witch as a girl's fresh white body, as if exuding a soft light in general. Gentle as a good jade, Dyson's green eyes flashed in amazement.

He is like the most devout believer, holding up the hand of the witch, kissing from the fingertips, all the way up.

Forehead, tip of nose, lip -

down the road again, he is like kissing every corner of the body of the witch to declare sovereignty.

The top of the head is the flowing Star River. The witch has lived so long and felt so strange for the first time.

And the one who gives her wonderful feelings is the one she looks at growing up.

Shame and stimulation made her curl up her pink and round toes. When the youth leaned up, she could not help tightening her instep, and the bow became a beautiful arc -

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the golden light beam spread all over the palace.

In the snow-white fox Plush quilt, the two have young faces, and the same delicate and flawless young girls are embracing each other, having a good dream.

All of a sudden -

when a beam of sunlight hit the eyes of the young man, his lashes trembled and finally opened their eyes uncontrollably.

The next second, sweet breath into the nasal cavity, so that the juvenile can not help pupil contraction.

Last night, what happened?

The scattered memory fragments slowly come back, and are pieced together by Dyson.

When he thought about it, he stumbled up the roof, got into the devil's arms, and finally kissed her all ove