ate for you to leave alone. It would make people think you are aloof and inaccessible, and they will lose their good impression of you! You put in so much effort for the Moriko project, don't lose you...When he put her on the bed, he kissed her. She was very cooperative, sometimes kissing him back erratically and at times letting out breathy moans that made him even hotter.

>Must be drunk!

He knew that once she got drunk, she would become very fiery.

When he let go of her, she actually whimpered and ran after him again, clinging to his head and kissing him. He immediately laughed, his charming eyes twinkling playfully as he simply went along with it, allowing her to kiss him. Feeling her soft tongue flitting around his mouth in a somewhat haphazard way, his heart tingled with a pleasant itch. She probably got tired, so she poked her head out again, starting to lick his tongue like sweet ice cream, and then sometimes biting him like a puppy. His whole being melted into a puddle of warmth.

He reached out and unbuttoned her clothes. She hummed softly, even twisting her waist as if cooperating. Then, her two delicate hands began to mimic his actions, taking off his shirt. Perhaps because there were no buttons for her to undo, she fumbled and reached into his waistband... then, rolling up his sweater, she reached inside.

Where their skin touched, there came a soft and intoxicating sensation. He let out a soft hum, his eyes closing in comfort.

There, he stripped her blouse off completely, and she still wasn't able to figure out what was going on. He looked at her flushed little face and seductively called out, "Baby girl!"

She stopped moving, staring up at him with a dazed expression.

He smiled again, “Come on!”

He guided her, gripping her small hand, teaching her how to remove his clothes. A soft gurgling sound escaped her throat, quiet, like a small animal, but light and quick, suggesting a hint of excitement. Perhaps she was starting to get the hang of it.

After drinking, her hands were as soft as her body, she couldn't muster much strength. Under his guidance and help, she finally succeeded in taking off his sweater, then giggled and pounced on him playfully, hugging him tightly and kissing and nibbling on him.

Like a little puppy, he burst into laughter and was even more determined to get her drunk beforehand next time. But he definitely couldn't overdo it; he didn't want to raise an alcoholic.

"Come here, my sweet. Help me unbutton this," he murmured, pulling his small hand and placing it on the button of his shirt, which was the last article of clothing he had on.

She softly said, "Good," in a very obedient manner. Then she lowered her head and rubbed against him, trying to fight with his buttons. He reached out and touched her, caressing her delicate neck, her rounded shoulders, and her back that was as smooth and flawless as white jade.

She seemed to be enjoying his touch, lightly twisting her body and letting out a soft hum. He switched to stroking the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. This was the most comforting gesture, just like how mothers often soothe their crying children by doing this. She soon stopped moving, and he leaned down to kiss her. At the same time, his large hand reached out in front of her face, softly covering the high, white mound.

She let out a questioning "Hm" and froze, tilting her head back up to stare at him with wide eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered with each blink, accompanying the misty gaze in her eyes. The look was both adorable and alluring. He leaned down, but instead of kissing her lips, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Keep going!" His voice was now a hoarse rasp, deep and strained as if he were holding back something immense. It felt like molten lava encased in a black shell, ready to erupt at any moment.

She licked her lips, moistening them slightly, then straightened up and kissed him again.

He could distinctly feel it, that plump white flesh, sliding suddenly in his big palm, almost slipping away. The meridians on his hand jumped abruptly, his big palm following closely behind, immediately taking that towering peak into the palm of his hand!

He adored the feeling of this skin like condensed fat!

Her whole body was beloved by him, but this place, was one of his most favorite parts!

She clung to him again, like an octopus, pressing her curvaceous body tightly against his, as if she were using all her limbs to hold him captive. She kissed him with a thirstiness like a traveler lost in the desert, frantically darting her tongue left and right inside his mouth, exchanging bodily fluids. Most of the time, she just sucked on his lips, refusing to let go, like a baby suckling at its mother's breast.

He pulled her up with a palm, feeling the excellent texture of her little butt, preventing her from suddenly sliding down. Only her chest was unavoidable to feel the two mounds pressing over, squeezing softly with her unconscious kiss and twist, making him feel hot, his breathing became a little rapid. So he unbuttoned his shirt, grabbing her head, pulling her sweet little mouth away from him, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Baby, kiss me!"

With a slight downward pressure of his large palm, he pressed her small mouth against his chest.

She was particularly docile, feeling drunk like a naive child, completely obeying every command given to her. Then she moved. She stuck out her little tongue, licking the tanned skin below like a child, then lifted her sultry eyes, looking at him with innocent curiosity, seeming like a child seeking approval from an adult.

He smiled. "Good girl, very good, continue—"

She gave a slight smile, her smile like a flower. She lowered her head and began to till the yellow earth below with great effort.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, letting out a satisfied sigh. The usually sharp corners of his eyes, which rarely allowed people to get a good look at them, revealed a hint of masculine charm, almost even alluring!

He was consumed with desire, his longing intense, and she brought him exquisite pleasure.

When that sensitive point on her chest was suddenly taken into her mouth, he couldn't help but clench his hand tightly, gripping the back of her head, a burning hum escaping his nose.

She suddenly stopped, raising her head as if to look at him.

He immediately urged in a hushed tone, "Continue!"

Seems a little rushed!

Then he lowered his head, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed at her. She had a beautiful little face that was drooping, and her rosy little mouth was puckered up like a baby sucking on its mother's breast, refusing to let go of that spot.

He clenched his jaw, muscles taut, a roiling storm brewing beneath his skin. It was a primal hunger, thundering in his veins, roaring to possess her, to devour her whole, piece by piece.

She switched sides, sucking with some ferocity, a slight biting sensation, the sting that came with it, wasn't painful in an unpleasant way, but only made him feel like he was about to explode.

He gasped twice, quickly grabbing her small hand and placing it below. In the past, she would have pulled away instantly, refusing to comply until he coaxed and pressured her into submission. But this time, she was like a curious little child, simply letting him hold her hand and even squeezing and rubbing it, as if she'd discovered a new toy!

He gasped several times in succession, his abdominal muscles tightening and bulging slightly. The black fire in his eyes flared up instantly, as if the black pupils were about to be unable to contain the black flames. The black flames felt like they were about to burst out of his eyes.

He hastily unbuckled the leather belt from his waist, some impatience in his movements.

She still kissed him with such care, her body half-knelt, exposing her white back. She was like a small, innocent beast, completely without guard, laying bare her soft vulnerability before the towering predator.

He looked at her, so defenseless yet alluring. His mouth watered and he leaned down, kissing her back in a string of wet kisses.

She probably felt a little itchy, let go of him, chuckled softly, trembling slightly beneath him like a shy little animal, giggling and mumbling to herself but couldn't tell what she was saying.

He knew, however, that she was definitely happy right now.

How can you drink like an animal!

He found it amusing, but looking at her so cute and innocent, his heart softened unbelievably!

"Little one…" He rolled over slightly, pressing her down, cupped her face, and kissed her gently. Her body seemed to carry a fragrance that he could never get enough of. It was this soft and fleshy form that always made him like a young boy again, each time easily provoked by her unintentional coquettishness, unable to control his desire, wanting to pounce on her, wanting to possess her fiercely!

What on earth is this deadly allure!

She lightly outlined her eyebrows and eyes, half-closed in a teasing smile. Her voice, both delicate and alluring, could melt the heart of any man into a puddle.

Her cheeks were flushed, like a peach ripened by alcohol. They were sweet and beautiful, and there was a faint scent of liquor in the hazy light. As she laughed, her breath smelled like orchids, with a hint of wine. He followed the scent of wine, his index finger gently touching her lips. Her thin lips moved closer, as if ready for a kiss.

She giggled, looking at his enlarged handsome face, revealing her white teeth as she bit his finger playfully.

He looked at her with adoration, his eyes brimming with smiles.

She bit him lightly, as if maliciously, and widened her eyes to watch his reaction. But after a while, she couldn't tell anything from his face, so she let go of his finger and started muttering like she was coaxing a child.

"Lick lick... lick lick..."

The soft tip of the tongue, like it was licking a wound, suddenly brushed against the finger that bore faint tooth marks.

She looks more childlike than ever!

But it was precisely her face that was purely alluring. Her drooping eyelids, eyelashes curled and half-covering her eyes, flowed with a mysterious black light from within them. This made her expression inexplicably sexy. Her pink tongue, as if having a life of its own, darted around his fingertip, each soft touch leaving behind a string of wet heat that set his heart racing!

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. Easily ensnared by her again, consumed by flames of desire, he held her close, claiming her deeply...

……

On the other hand, Jiang Chengfeng, who was furious and had gone to a bar to drown his sorrows, ran into a big problem, a problem that nearly messed up his whole life!share the mists, the rain storms, and the rainbows.Muttering Shuting's poem "To the Oak Tree," she gazed at him with bright eyes. Finally, her voice trailed off at her lips, leaving behind a proud an...