Chapter 1428
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Shen Wanqing thought that everything was fine. She reached out to take the Vang Tsai milk from Kristel's hand and drank a mouthful. As expected, she spat it out.
"Pfft —"
F * ck!
Shen Wanqing's mouth twitched. No … no way?
She licked her lips and looked at the young man in front of her. She looked into his pure and clear eyes and coaxed softly, "Drink another mouthful, okay?"
His Holiness the Pope raised his eyebrows slightly and curled his lips slightly. He took the Vang Tsai milk from her hand.
He drank a mouthful, but before he could swallow it, the girl sitting on top of him suddenly leaned over.
The tip of her tongue hooked the beads of milk and swept away the sweet milk. She was about to withdraw and leave, but she didn't expect that her waist would be tightly held and cold fingers would be pressed against the back of her head.
His thin and soft lips covered hers, pressing lightly against hers. The last bit of milk was mercilessly wiped away. The emotionless yet calm contact caught Shen Wanqing off guard. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the arms that were wrapped around her shoulders subconsciously tightened.
As the other party tossed and turned, the girl in his arms let out a low and shallow moan.
It was mixed with an unstable breath. It was chaotic.
…
"No, no more …"
In the end, the girl pushed the pope's shoulder while panting lightly. Her fingertips slid through the tassels, making a slight ringing sound.
He let go of her. His thin lips were red and glistening with water, holy and incomparably seductive.
Kristel pressed his forehead against hers and said indifferently with a clear voice, "Is it sweet?"
The girl in his arms was a little shy. Why did she feel that His Holiness had learned bad things from her? He used to be so serious, but now he was following her — acting like a pervert with an expressionless face.
"Sweet … It's sweet …" She answered conservatively.
"Sweet, right?"
His Holiness the Pope raised his eyebrows and stroked the girl's slender waist with his fingertips. "Then you didn't taste it …"
Hearing his words, Shen Wanqing didn't understand at first. After watching him drink another mouthful of Vang Tsai milk, Shen Wanqing finally understood.
She pushed his shoulder in a panic. "That, that —"
The other party pressed down and poured the sweet milk down his throat. The city was destroyed, unable to withstand a single blow.
…
Perhaps it was because she was in a daze, but as she stared at the holy and pure His Holiness, Shen Wanqing's mind was filled with evil thoughts.
She panted lightly and turned her head to avoid the kiss from His Holiness.
His cold, snow-white fingers grabbed her chin and forced her to turn around. Under his slightly dangerous gaze, Shen Wanqing dodged his lips.
She resisted, and just as the other party was about to speak, she hurriedly said, "Actually … actually, bloodlings have a ritual to express their desire to get closer to the person they like …"
"…"
Bu Yu's dangerous gaze faded a little, but his long fingers were still pinching her.
Under the young man's indifferent and calm gaze, she licked her lips and leaned over to touch the other party's soft thin lips. She whispered, "Even closer than this …"
"… Your Holiness, do you want to try it?" She coaxed.
Kristel's gaze deepened, and his fingertips that were pinching her chin caressed slightly. "What is it?"
What is it?
It's hard to say …
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