Chapter 562: Can't help themselves (3)

Zheng Lu rarely has such a lively time. Zheng Jing feels that he brought her right today. The beautiful nature always makes people more relaxed and releases people's nature.
Seeing my sister happy, Zheng Jing is also very happy: "Well, I will pick you up, let you have a full meal! Turn back your teeth and fall, don't let me go!"
He has been to this cherry garden many times. The criminal police team basically organizes the criminal policemen to relax and relax every year. They have already been here this year, but when Zheng Jinglai came last time, he did not feel how good it was. This time, he felt refreshed. Look where the pleasing to the eye, even the cherry is exceptionally sweet.
Zheng Jing knows that the location has not changed, the environment has not changed, the cherry tree has not changed, and it has become nothing more than a person around.
He took Zheng Lun's hand and refused to let go of it for a moment. The intimacy between them was occasionally made. When they got home, they would become brothers and sisters who could not go half a step.
The sweet taste of love spreads in the hearts of two people at the same time. They all cherish the beauty of the moment. They don't expect eternal, short-lived possession is enough.
The brothers and sisters walked up all the way, and occasionally they met other people who came down from the top to eat cherries. Almost all of them were pairs of couples. These couples, like Zheng Jing, were holding hands and being happy. Sweetly feeding each other with cherries.
The hills were not high. When I walked halfway up the mountain, Zheng Jing stopped and did not go further. With Zheng Lun under a tall cherry tree, she kept picking the cherries for her to eat.
Zheng Lun smiled softly: "Brother, you also eat, I pick my own, I have eaten a lot, you only eat a few."
Zheng Jing involuntarily touched her smooth long hair and whispered: "Well, which one do you pick?"
Zheng Lun ate for a while, and he was happy to circle under the tree: "Brother, the cherry on the tree is not the same as the one bought, sweet and fresh, so delicious!"
Zheng Lun today wore a light pink puff sleeve dress with a skirt and knees. As she circled, the skirt fluttered as she turned, revealing her white thigh.
Zheng Jing’s color gradually deepened, and he looked at the butterfly-like sister and smiled and said:
If you like, we can come back a few times. This cherry is estimated to be in July, and there will be cherry blossoms. The beads will mature and can be eaten until the end of July."
"Is it?" Zheng Lun was a little surprised. The beautiful eyes were all hopeful, with a soft light, and Zheng Jing’s heart was moving.
"Great! You must bring me in the future, I like it. When I go home, I will draw a picture and let the cherry hang on the tree all the time!"
Zheng Lun’s paintings are profound, and the cherry garden is not to mention.
Her voice is soft and tender, with a clear joy, Zheng Jing slightly blamed herself. How did she not think of bringing her to this natural environment? Instead, she took her to the murder scene all day and scared her. I have to turn white and go back to night to have nightmares.
He felt that his brain was really kicked!
Zheng Lun did not know his brother's self-blame, picked a cherry, and cheerfully ran to Zheng Jing, and then put the cherry one by one into his mouth.
She smiled softly on her head: "Brother, sweet?"
"It's very sweet, very delicious." Zheng Jing feels that he has never eaten such a sweet cherry in his life. Is it because people who pick cherries have different reasons?
Zheng Lun was very happy. After feeding a small amount, he slammed his toes and reached for picking cherries. Sometimes he sent them to his mouth, sometimes to the lips of Zheng Jing.
The white snow is like a sheep's jade finger, and the bright red agate-like cherries are against each other. The beauty is incredible.
Zheng Jing ate the cherries that she sent to her lips. She couldn't help but kissed Zheng Lun's fingers gently.
Zheng Lun was like being burned. The quick reflex of the conditional retracted back, and then looked around as a guilty guilty heart. Seeing no one around, she only sighed softly, but her ears were red.
Zheng Jing saw her like a frightened deer and smiled and said: "Nothing, no one else, it doesn't matter."
He said that he was justified and did not mean anything. Zheng Lui had no deterrent to him, and turned and picked the cherries.
On the lower branches, the ripe cherries are picked up, and only the high places will have the very sweet, slightly purple cherries.
Unfortunately, Zheng Lun is not tall enough, and those ripe purple red cherries are not enough for her toes.
She was trying to keep on trying. Suddenly the whole person vacated and scared her "ah" and shouted.
"Nothing, don't be afraid, I will pick you up, so you can pick the best."
It turned out that Zheng Jing was behind her from Zheng Lun and took her up.
As a result, Zheng Lu suddenly rose more than a meter, and those ripe cherries were at your fingertips.
Zheng Lun was carried by her brother, and there was a kind of strangeness that she couldn’t tell. She always felt that her legs were tickle by her brother.
She picked some cherries in a panic, and then nervously said: "Okay, my brother, I picked it up, you let me down."
Holding Zheng Lun's legs, Zheng Jing's strange feeling is even heavier than Zheng Lun. In fact, after holding her, Zheng Jing regretted it.
After being too close, he really can't control himself.
When he heard Zheng Lun's words, he slowly put Zheng Lun down and looked up to see her cheeks more red than cherries.
Zheng Jing did not consciously make a swallowing movement. He wrapped his arm around Zheng Lun's waist and did not loosen it. The other hand picked up a cherry and gently put it into Zheng Lun's mouth.
Zheng Lu is closely with his brother at this moment. Her heartbeat is very powerful. She always feels that she will jump out of her chest next time.
Zheng Jing fed her to eat cherries, she subconsciously bite into it, and then gently spit out the nucleus.
Brilliant red cherries, blushing lips, reflect an attractive luster in the sun.
Zheng Jing's fingers gently stroked her seductive lips, and then touched her cheeks covered with blush, as if touching the most beloved baby, gentle, petty, with endless love.
Zheng Lun’s face was like a fire, but she did not move, bravely raised her head and looked at her brother’s eyes.
She was too greedy for her brother's touch, and even involuntarily put her body weight on Zheng Jing.
"Seven seven, you are beautiful."
Zheng Jing holds the face of Zheng Lun and whispers in her ear.
Zheng Jing's warm breath was sprayed on Zheng Lun's ear, allowing her white ears to completely redden in an instant.
His voice seems to come from the deepest part of his heart, and his breath seems to annihilate her.
Zheng Lun’s heart suddenly jumped a beat.