Lin Qian's body sank into the soft mattress. Li Zhicheng's body was above her, completely blocking the light and her sight.
This made her feel very excited and nervous.
His hands were on both sides of her body, looking down at her.
His dark eyes seemed to be sizing her up and admiring her, not in a hurry to make a move.
Lin Qian blushed under his ambiguous gaze and whispered, "What are you looking at?"
He didn't answer. Only a faint smile appeared in his eyes. His deep eyes reflected the blurred lights, and his smile was like a clear and shallow lake, slowly rippling, rippling into the depths of his pupils.
Then it returned to silence.
His eyes became bright and threatening once again.
It was the most ordinary smile, but it made Lin Qian feel flustered.
She felt like a prey that had been running free for a long time and was finally captured by him.
And at this moment, he was in a good mood.
"Clothes, what do you think I should do …" He looked down at her, his voice low and threatening.
Lin Qian also looked at him. His eyes were as dark as a bottomless pit, with an invisible attraction that made her willingly sink into them.
"What do you want …" she answered softly with a blushing face, but her movements were silent. She wanted to do as he wished, so soon … there was a pile of women's clothes next to them, leaving only …
Lin Qian couldn't help but blush as she lay in front of him so honestly again. Her heart was beating especially fast because of how different it was tonight.
It was a May night, and the air was a little cold. But it was as if an invisible fire had been ignited in the room, and the air was boiling hot.
"What about my clothes? Haven't you … "he whispered.
Lin Qian's heart was beating fast again. She didn't move.
"Why do I have to take off my clothes, but you have to take off your clothes?" she dared to protest. In the first place, why would he force her to take the initiative to take off her clothes?
But Li Zhicheng didn't care. Seeing her shyness, he directly grabbed one of her hands and put it on his waist. His dark eyes continued to stare at her.
It was as if he was going to eat her up in the next second.
So Lin Qian's face heated up again, and she started to do it honestly …
Even though Lin Qian had seen his body a few times, when she looked at him for real again without any disguise, her heart was beating so fast that she was about to lose control.
The two of them sat facing each other like newborn babies.
This was the first time that there were no barriers between the two of them. There was only the sincerity of their souls.
Lin Qian's throat felt even drier. She lowered her head and didn't make a sound.
Then, Li Zhicheng slowly put his hand on her shoulder and slowly put her back on the bed. Then the body sinks, and she goes to a place
At that moment, Lin Qian didn't feel excited, impulsive, or even panicked.
It was actually steady.
Feeling the weight of his body, feeling the heartbeat in his chest. She actually felt a sense of security that she had never felt before. Because she was so thoroughly embraced by this man, so thoroughly occupied every inch of her body.
She had never felt so clearly and passionately that he was hers and she was his. Every day and every night, they had each other.
And just as her heart was pounding, Li Zhicheng's low voice, like the flowing water in the night, rang in her ears.
"Lin Qian," he said slowly, "I'm here."
At that moment, Lin Qian seemed to hear the sound of her heart beating.
"Okay," she said softly, reaching out and hugging his back.
She had never been so willing, never been so moved.
I'm only willing to give everything for you.
She was finally swallowed by the waves, completely collapsing in his arms.
And Li Zhicheng seemed to have a telepathic connection with her, their bodies and minds connected.
Feeling his gentle breath, feeling the same rapid heartbeat in his chest, Lin Qian, who was originally in a daze, only felt her eyes warm up. Her heart, like her body, was also full of him.
Her heart was full of joy, full of pity.
Her love and pity for this man.
Love for his tenderness and persistence in bed, and pity for him at this moment, trembling uncontrollably on top of her.
Lin Qian's throat was very dry. She reached out and touched his hair, whispering, "Li Zhicheng, I love you."
Li Zhicheng propped himself up and looked up at her.
His eyes were deeper than any dark night she had ever seen, clearer than any ocean she had ever seen.
He gently touched her burning cheeks with his hand, his eyes becoming more and more passionate.
"I love you," he whispered, "from the first moment I saw you."
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