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Twilight, like a lover's hand, gently soothes Feng in his sleep. Her delicate cheeks as white porcelain were brightened by orange light, and her eyes were raised gently, as if locked by many worries. Her tight lips seemed to whisper.
Xiao Tianyu couldn't help posting it, but he didn't hear a word, but he smelled a faint aroma. The fragrance does not come from any rouge, gouache or flowers, but the unique smell of Feng's skin. Xiao Tianyu is drunk and can't hold it any longer. His lips gently kissed Qian Feng's face. Qian Feng suddenly turned around, got up in a hurry and ran out of the door.
Xiao Tianyu stood at the edge of the hotel fence, holding his chest with one hand and his heart beating rapidly. He felt very hot and touched his face, but his forehead was full of sweat.
He remembers the kiss just now, gentle and persistent. He has never been a sentimental person, and he is very free and easy with Jianghu people. Feng, a woman who has only known him for a few days, has aroused the delicacy and tenderness in his bones and made him no longer as free and easy as before.
Xiao Tianyu put his finger on his lips, and he could vaguely feel the warmth and sweetness of his lips.
What do her lips look like? Xiao Tianyu suddenly found that he knew very few words, but he didn't know any of them. ...
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