Chapter 165
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Shen Yueji angrily slapped his big hand away.
"Don't touch me!"
There was a "Pa —" sound.
The back of the man's hand was also red.
Looking at his half-red face and the back of his hand, Lin Mengya felt a little embarrassed.
Shen Yueji's mouth twitched. Who was the man?
Was this guy's skin so tender?
At the same time, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining warmth on the corner of her mouth.
When the man's thin lips pressed against hers, she couldn't deny that her heart was pounding.
Her movements were very heavy, and her delicate lips almost broke. The man saw it, and the darkness in his eyes pierced through.
Seeing that the breath on the corner of her mouth was about to be wiped clean, Shen Yueji's wrist was grabbed by the man.
She was shocked. "You — mm."
Her lips were blocked again, and this time, the man kissed her even harder.
His warm lips brushed past her thin lips, forcing her teeth open.
Shen Yueji was about to struggle, but the back of her head was held by his big hand. Her resistance was slowly softened in his arms.
"Mm …"
Struggling in his arms, Shen Yueji grabs the man's collar and exerts a little force. His luxurious robe is torn by her.
The man held her little hand, urging her to hug him back.
His low voice swept across her earlobe, with a hint of provocation and ambiguity. "Don't rush, take your time."
Shen Yueji: "!!!" Damn!
He cursed in his heart and wanted to spit out countless vulgarities.
However, her lips were blocked by the man, and her closed teeth were useless after his repeated attacks.
The man seemed to have given up, and he only tasted her lips slowly.
This ambiguous position lasted for an unknown period of time. When Shen Yueji finally reacted, she was pressed under the man's body. His tall body wrapped around her small body, and her clothes were no longer as neat as before.
She looked at him again. His loose robe fluttered, and his snow-white neck was crystal clear. Half of his neck was exposed, and half of it was pushed away by her hands, which seemed to be resisting and unwilling at the same time.
This was a skin that was fairer than a woman's.
Shen Yueji subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
He subconsciously compared his body with Feng Jiuqing's.
She had once helped Feng Jiuqing bathe, so she had seen every part of his body. His skin was as fair as a painting and as smooth as silk.
Now that she compared the two of them, her vision was a little blurry and she actually felt inferior. Why were these two men so perfect?
As a woman, she lowered her gaze and looked at her exposed neck. It was indeed fair, but why did she always feel that Mo Wushang's neck was prettier and more alluring than hers?
Perhaps it was because her gaze was too intense, the man's cold thin lips curled into a smile. He bent down a little, getting closer to her. "Ji 'er, you're the first one to look at my body …" "Bang — —"
She flipped him over and pressed him under her body.
The words that Mo Wushang was about to say were slapped back down by her.
The corner of his mouth twitched, which was rare to see.
Shen Yueji took advantage of the opportunity to pull his loose robe down to his waist. His smooth and thin waist was firm without any excess flesh. It was as white as a layer of snow, sparkling and translucent.
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