Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The owner added that someone had already made an emergency repair and was expected to fix it within an hour, so Seasonal Warm hung up.

Since it can be fixed in an hour, Seasonal Warm was meant to wait for it to be fixed before going upstairs.

But it's eleven o'clock in the night, and it's empty four times, and her phone has less than 10 percent of the electricity left, which is not enough to last an hour.

She lives on the 15th floor, and climbing up the stairs isn't a problem, but she's probably tired of shaking her legs and stomach.

After standing in place for a while to weigh the pros and cons, Seasonal Warm turned on its own phone, and with this light and the last few percent of the electricity, went directly into the elevator ramp.

Fortunately, she was not wearing high heels today. When she climbed up to the eighth floor, she took a quick breath, but this high-frequency climbing staircase must not stop to rest. She would only be unable to climb for a moment. She gasped on the railing for another half day before lifting her heavy footsteps to continue up.

By the 13th floor, the season was warm and I felt my chest was about to blow up, and I felt like I might die climbing two more floors.

Biting his teeth, he finally reached the fifteenth floor. He was really tired and his legs and stomach were shaking. He shook powerlessly and walked to the door of his apartment.

The electricity on the phone was long after the 10th floor, because the electricity consumption of the cell phone was exhausted, and the next few floors she touched the black and walked up.

There was no electricity, fingerprint locks and key cards were useless. She put her phone in the bag and flipped her hand back and forth for half a day before finding the door key from the compartment where it didn't flip often. After pulling out the key, she was about to open the door, but suddenly felt like she smelled a little smoke.

She held her hand on the key and, in a dark cloak, instinctively looked to the side of the escalator staircase, only to see a little red star fire extinguished at the fingertips of a person, it was actually someone smoking here in the middle of the night.

It was too dark to see anything, but only a man of hidden height could be seen in London, a man walking down the staircase between the fifteenth and sixteenth floors, one step at a time towards her.

Seasonal warmth unconsciously squeezed the key and couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, but I haven't heard of any robbery or robbery in the country in so many years, so late, and so dark, if she opened the door, she would recruit thieves from her own home.

But the elevator can't run without electricity right now, and the hallway is also dark. The apartment is a one-family apartment, with only one family on each floor. There are no neighbors and doorspeople present. If anything happens to her here, it is presumably not working every day.

“Who?” Seasonal warmth and a hard voice have indicated that they are not something to piss off.

The “thief's guts” biased against each other didn't mean anything to scare her, and she even heard him laugh like a very shallow, faint smile coming out of her chest.

She squeezed the key in her hand and thought about it. She was just about to ask him what the purpose was. If it was to ask for money, she could get him some money. After all, it was important to save his life. It was only foolish that the world could succeed without calling the police. If he didn't call the police, he would have to wait for his life to be saved.

But before she could say anything, she saw a man throw a cigarette on the ground at will, and a little bit of starfire was put out by him, making a "chirping” sound in the empty and quiet escalator.

There was a moment of season warming that still doubted whether the other party was the forgotten neighbor with the key on a certain floor or someone. He was considering whether he was robbing money or not, lest a misunderstanding should occur. As a result, the man's figure had approached for a moment, and under her sweaty vertical consciousness, she was busy screaming for help. Then he pressed her directly against the door.

“What are you doing... help... hmm...”

At a moment when her body was trapped on the door panel, the sound of the exit was suddenly sealed by a man with a kiss without much movement and power, and her lips were instantly sealed with the smell of tobacco in the smell of purity.

Seasonal warmth of mind, just climbed the 15th floor, so far the whole person hasn't slowed down, at this moment, both legs are soft and trembling, instinctive lifting hands are about to push people away, but they are pressed to death.

The kiss on the lip was aggressive, leaving her indistinguishable for a moment. Her whole heart was trembling violently. She was about to strike in a defensive way that she had once been taught by Ling. As a result, the man lifted his wrist for a moment, as if he had predicted, and lifted one hand directly to hold her wrist, then pressed her hands to the sides of her body, wrapped a fiery kiss around her lips, and then briefly lifted her lip tongue through the gap where she had just climbed up here from Seasonal Warm and was powerless.

The man became more aggressive and more deeply kissed, but let the season warmth, which he had been desperately trying to resist, calm down. She leaned against the door helplessly. At this moment, not only was she tired of wrapping her legs around her hair, but her blood was shaking all over her body.

She was too panicked to tell who the man in front of her was, but even if the smoke smell affected the resolution, no one was familiar with such an entanglement.

She leaned stiff against the door panel, but the man was worse than she had just kissed in the struggle, as if she had to bite her lips directly. Valve, can't help but devour her directly into the same deep as a belly kiss.

Seasonal warmth here is already tired even breathing pain in the lungs, at this moment deprived of all the air, kissed in front of Venus, leaning against the door almost unstable.

The man saw that she no longer struggled, nailed her firmly to the door panel, held her waist with one hand, fixed her face with the other hand without giving her a little room to hide, and kissed indiscriminately, as if he was reluctant to fill all the vacancies of the three years between now and then.

Until he tasted a little blood, not knowing whether his tongue had been bitten by her or whether his lips had been ripped off by him, but at this moment, when the light blood was scattered between the two populations, his kiss was lighter, seemingly pitiful and seemingly irresistible, slowly drawing the sweetness in her mouth, even the smell of blood was sweet.

Seasonal warmth was kissed in a trance until the man eventually let go of her lips, but held his forehead against her forehead, breathing slowly and calmly against her, as if in repression or restraint.

Your lips are soaked with cool air in the dark corridor.

Finally, you can breathe.

Seasonal warmth took a deep breath and gradually clenched his hand, which had been weak on the door panel, into fists. His voice was dumb and cold, and he opened his mouth: “President Mo, what do you mean? ”