Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth is not meant to go to the bathroom either, she just wants to stay away from the Cold War zone.

After washing his hands and simply replenishing his makeup, about a dozen minutes later, he turned around and was about to walk out, but when he just walked out the door he suddenly saw a man smoking outside against the wall.

As soon as she went out, she was in a cloud of smoke. She paused for a moment and looked at the way men were smoking. Instead of smoking in ink, she appeared more calm and calm. Even if there was smoke, it was not the unacceptable smell. Instead, there was a hint of mint in the cigarette.

But I don't know how he got here to smoke. The men's room is downstairs. This is the women's room.

After she came out, she didn't move. The ghost only made the devil stand and look at him. The man also looked at her like this when she came out. The star fire between her fingers was extinguished. She didn't stop because she saw it, but she didn't do anything deliberate.

The two stood silently like this to the right, a silent cigarette smoker, until the ink depth strangled the butt and threw it aside, and Seasonal Warm asked: "You don't seem to have smoked much before. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Man faint.

“Do you smoke a lot these past three years? ”

“Occasionally. ”

After all, when she was downstairs, the man's face was still cold. At this point, she just came out of the last bathroom, and he followed her. On the one hand, she felt that she had done nothing wrong, and on the other hand, she didn't know what to say or do.

The man looked into the bathroom behind her and said, "Is there someone else in there? ”

“No.” Seasonal Warm was really alone when she was in there.

The man looked at her again and suddenly went from leaning against the wall to standing up, then walked directly towards her in the moment when the warmth of the season had not yet been reflected. The approaching motion had a certain sense of compression, allowing her instinct to take a few steps back into the bathroom.

Until the man walked in, and her gaze stifled: “This is a woman washing...”

The voice went down and the bathroom door was brought directly by the man.

Seasonal warmth: "…”

The man was still approaching, and she looked at him wonderfully, step-by-step, until she leaned against the sink next to him.

“Deep in the ink, you're going to play in the ladies' room." Seasonal Warm put her hands behind her and blocked between her waist and the marble sink behind her.

Seeing a man doesn't talk, he just looks at her, and he sees her through such a near-compelling gaze, and he sees exactly what she's thinking.

The warmth of the season began slightly, and he said unhappily: "Weren't you still angry with me? Still want to go to the Cold War with me? What is this now? ”

“Well, not now.” The man's tone is faint, but he still hasn't retreated.

When the season warmed, he swept him: “What's the matter? You are unbelievably angry, and unbelievably angry...”

“Some emotions, unjustified and indeed insurmountable.” But it doesn't seem to do me any good if I get angry, "the man said. ”

Seasonal warmth and indifference: “You are amazing at how calm you are about everything, and you will consider the pros and cons at this time. ”

“What can I do without thinking about it? Your temper doesn't even make you feel good anymore. I can't even pull you back. If I push you away again, you're afraid it's just going to jump further. ”

The tone of the man sounds light, but seems to be a little grievant.

Because of what? Because she won't fool him?

Childish isn't it? This ink is deep...

But then again, what she's saying and doing is really her own personality, very carefree.

Season warm didn't talk, he just lifted his hand and pushed it on his chest, and then he put it on him, and he said with a cold voice, “Tell me the story in the bathroom, I remember that time before the divorce, in the bar, because I looked at the men on the dance floor, and you dragged me straight into the men's room, and I pushed you against the wall and pulled you around your shirt collar, remember what you said to me at the time? ”

The man frowned and didn't speak, but he obviously remembered the assholes he'd said.

“You say... you think you can hold me down?” The warmth of the season was shallow, then the eyebrows picked, fingers ticked just like this to his shirt collar, then the cold lips: “Ink deep, do you think you can hold me down now? ”

She had no expression to push the man away.

Instead of being pushed away, the man lifted his hand and held her wrist with ease. The other arm held her directly in his arms and held her in his arms. At the moment when his eyes were warm in the season, he lowered his head and laughed: "Of course I can. ”

Season Warm: “???????????!!! ”

This is not the right script!

Next, the man pressed her directly onto the marble sink and changed his hand between her waists to hold her back brain, bowing his head and kissing her hard.

This kiss, as if it carries the anger that hasn't dissipated just now, demonstrates his calmness when he can weigh the pros and cons like the surface. This kiss is impatient, extremely aggressive, with the warm back of the season leaning against the sink, suddenly to resist, lift the leg to kick over the man's leg, but the man pressed her leg directly under the sink with a firm and straight leg, unable to move at all.

“Mm... Mo Jing... Mm... Deep...” Seasonal heating fluttered in his arms.

Mo Jing hugged her waist deeply and deepened the kiss from the beginning aggressively to gradually softening down into a long, lingering twist.

Stick it on her lips while she breathes a sigh of relief: “Kissing at least quenches your breath, and you never expect me to keep it till night? ”

“ …… ”

At night?

The past few days have been too busy. It's rare that Mo Jingshen hasn't been in her room since she returned to the hotel in recent days. Let her rest. What are you going to do now?

Seasonal warmth turned a white eye and took a bite directly on the man's lip.

The man had a sore lip and didn't let her go until he tasted the smell of blood in both populations. He retreated from her mouth and looked at her with a smile.

“Bite so hard, looks like you're looking forward to the evening, huh? ”

There's a little bit of blood on a man's lips, and there's a little wound that looks so close that it looks like it's been bitten out by her, but the visual effect always looks like it's fucking sex. Sense.

Seasonal warmth lifted his hand and blocked himself from being kissed into the palpable mouth of redness, forbidding him from continuing to ravage. Rub her lips.

Someone was knocking on the door at this time, and the season warmed his eyes and looked at the bathroom door.