mountain snow

Chapter 20 I Didn't Dream

I wrapped my arms around Yue Sheng's neck, sent myself up, and gnawed on his mouth indiscriminately.

That is to say, I dare to do this when I have drunk my head.

It's not because I'm timid, but because my kissing skills are too bad, and I probably don't dare to make a fool of myself when I'm sober.

Yue Sheng held the back of my neck, and I felt a backward force.I thought he would lift me away like a chick, but he just forced me to leave his wet lips, and then bullied me, taking the dominance of the kiss.

His kisses were at first like autumn tides, then like summer storms.I experienced the lesson once, and I felt lingering fear, so I subconsciously pushed him, but his wrist was held tightly by him.

Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's a drunken delirium, I feel the temperature of his palm is almost scorching hot.

A slight trembling came from his palm lines, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether it was him trembling or me trembling.

I think I should be trembling, he is like a mountain.How can the mountain tremble?

My vision became even more blurred, and I was so exhausted from being drunk that I had to breathe hard to get oxygen to my lungs.He was good, grabbed my hand fiercely, and robbed me of my breath. I was about to suffocate, but my heart was still beating passionately for him.

I seemed to make a few intermittent breath sounds, which I squeezed out of my chest with all my might.

That was probably me begging him for mercy.

But he didn't care about my life or death at all, he was sucking my tongue, wanting to suck all the sweetness in my mouth.

If you like rum so much, why don't you buy it yourself?

I am not wine, I am the little sun who drank wine.

My brain was completely unconscious, and my eyelids were so heavy that I could only open a small crack.

Yue Sheng finally let me go, I gasped like a dead fish.He was still clasping the back of my neck, kissing my chin to my Adam's apple.

He did what I wanted to do to him.

His Adam's apple was sensual, protruding proudly from his neck.Every time I see his Adam's apple rising and falling, I want to go over and kiss him.

What will it feel like?Does he feel itchy?Does he shudder if it itches?

Then I will use my tongue to feel the trembling of his Adam's apple, then wrap it up, and kiss it in-mouth.

My breath escaped from the corner of my lips.

Would Yue Sheng tremble when he was kissed on his Adam's apple?I didn't find the answer, all I knew was that I was shuddering.

His teeth bite my Adam's apple, which is my most vulnerable place.

As long as he exerts a little force, he can taste my blood, and I will die under his lips.

I was shaking badly, but not from fear.

I was so excited that I was full of food self-consciousness, and I raised my neck so that he could bite more smoothly.

My back was lowered against the new mat.Yue Sheng seemed to have gone to bed too, and my body was right under his.

It suddenly occurred to me that he hadn't answered my question yet!

"Are you greedy for my body..." I whispered in the spinning field of vision, and I don't know if I said it out of my mouth or I have already fallen into a dream.

"Shanxue." Yue Sheng's breath was close to my ear, he finished tossing my Adam's apple, and then came to spoil my earlobe, while biting the hot little meat that was about to melt, he filled my ear hole with air.

His voice is really nice, very low and deep, gentle and tyrannical.I still wanted to hear him call my name, but he sighed, and this time he called me: "Ning Ye."

It was Ning Yi again.

I have heard him called "Ning Ye", and dreamed that someone called this name.

Who is Ning Yi?Compared with "Shanxue", does "Ning Ye" sound better?

I was suddenly very jealous.

"You really can't remember?" Yue Sheng said, "Or have you been lying to me?" His breath tickled me unbearably.

If I had the strength left, I'd love to sit up and see if I'm drunk or is he?

Why is he talking in sleep more than me?

What do you remember, what do you lie to?My little sun swears to the sky, my sincerity to him can be learned from heaven and earth.

How could I lie to him?

Oh, and I do trick him into having sex with me.

Alcohol made me bolder, and I vaguely felt that if I don't fight for some things now, it will be harder in the future.

I'm not a noble parrot, I'm greedy, lustful, fascinated by a man's face, and I must get his body.

The word "Ning Ye" is still circling in my mind, and I have already regarded it as a rival in love.

The rival in love is at present, and the fighting spirit is high.

I raised my leg, hung it on Yue Sheng's waist, and called his name with the smell of alcohol, "Yue Sheng."

Yes, I didn't call him "Brother Sheng" this time.

"Yue Sheng, I feel bad." I pulled my collar, exposing my collarbone and chest, "Yue Sheng, help me, I, I want to do..."

I was gasping for breath, wanting to do nasty things with him.

My eye sockets were hot, and tears rolled down unconsciously.

This is so weird, I don't want to cry.I'm begging for sex, how can anyone suddenly cry when they're begging?

I hastily wiped away my tears, but Yue Sheng pressed my hand on top of my head.

His voice fell from above, "Want to do it?"

The trembling surged from my tailbone, and rushed down the spine to the top of my head in an instant.

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I will give him my heart, let him kiss it, and put it back on my chest.

I always hear people say that dreams have everything, and I have it all now.

It makes me wonder, am I dreaming or doing AI.

My last consciousness was Yue Sheng kissing the side of my neck, where the main artery was beating.

The way he kissed me was so-sexy.

I slept all night?or longer.When I opened my eyes, I was still in Yue Sheng's room, but the wine bottle I threw on the ground was gone.

I rolled my eyeballs, and as soon as I stood up, I felt a dull pain in my head.

Compared with the position below the tailbone, the headache is negligible.

I couldn't sit up, so I turned over and lay down on the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

On the pillows was the smell of new shampoo - I changed it at my own discretion, and it smelled like peaches.

After sniffing for a while, I suddenly raised my head, like a dull fool, and finally understood why the pain there was.

I didn't drink fake wine.

I didn't dream, I did ai.