Chapter 38: joy

Listening so clearly is just like the questioning words with a little stuttering, Lin Xingqing's eyes are a bit unbelieving.
The kind of unbelief didn't even know that she was facing Fang Xia, or just herself.
After all, she has been in the state of self-identification or self-negation in the past few days.
But Fang Xia was different from her. When she never seemed to hesitate, as at any time, after listening to Lin Xingqing's words, Fang Xia buried between her legs slowly raised her head.
I do n’t know if I had been a little anxious before. The original regular hair was wiped off. Among the cold facial features, those eyes were deep at first, but when I looked at Lin Xingqing, I looked at the kind of With a blank but helpless look, those deep eyes softened at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"Xing Qing, you ..."
In that sigh of helplessness and compromise, Fang Xia touched her broken hair randomly and kissed Lin Xingqing's lips in a semi-squat position.
Between the lips, Lin Xingqing's eyelashes quivered slightly, but he accepted the kiss with the utmost suppleness.
It's just that there is no fading color in those eyes, but there is a deeper trend.
"Fang Xia, you ... you ... you are saying you ..."
Just like the sudden loss of the ability to describe speech, Lin Xingqing, a very simple word, couldn't say it at all.
The strong and radiant look is so obvious, but at the moment it has an indescribable purity.
Pounding ~
Pounding ~
Fang Xia handed Lin Xingqing's broken hair for her familiar heart beating, and the urgency when she first rushed came back silently in the expression of Lin Xingqing.
And precisely because of this, that rare teasing heart came up, Fang Xiala stood up with Lin Xingqing, sat side by side at the dinner table, motioned to Lisao to serve, followed by orderly arrangement The steaming meals on the dinner table, Fang Xia's patient patience for Lin Xingqing sandwiched the pile of vegetables, chopsticks into his hands, seeing Lin Xingqing still looking at her, with a look of anticipation.
"I said we should eat."
With that kind of discourse falling, and with the flash of laughter in his eyes, Fang Xia was as graceful as usual, eating slowly.
As for Lin Xingqing, it seemed unbelievable, with a somewhat embarrassed look, making the food more sweet.
"Xing Qing, why don't you eat more, eat more, which you love to eat."
The serious and thoughtful words rang several times at the dinner table afterwards, and the response was all Lin Xingqing's silent and angry eyes.
That kind of look made Fang Xia's joy grow exponentially, so that when they walked for a while holding hands, feeling the silence on the side of Lin Xingqing who had been looking at her, that kind of joy finally arrived A vertex.
"Xing Qing."
"Ok?"
In the rich night, some flowers in the garden were thanked, and some flowers were blooming. While Lin Xingqing looked up at Fang Xia's quiet response room, as if he did not want to cover up at all, he let his face appear as if there were no dimples. , Fang Xia pushed Lin Xingqing forward. In the subtle sound of "Xisuo", there were petals falling down. Lin Xingqing leaned on the trunk that was not thick, long black hair scattered, and looked up slightly. The green leaves, and some finely crushed petals, fell along the black hair to the shoulder and the clavicle.
Sexual, sensual, yet pitiful taste.
Fang Xia slipped silently between her throats. She lowered her head slightly, and her lips fluttered silently against the gorgeous soft lips in front of her eyes.
In the soft and soft room, there is obviously no more intimate movement. Lin Xingqing leaning against the trunk, his hands seem to move without help. After a few seconds, he slowly rises, and then tightly grasps Fang Xia ’s clothes, and his dark eyes have The subtle water flashed through.
"Fang Xia."
The micro-stripy magnetic female voice is a kind of unconscious dependence.
Therefore, the joy and a little helpless emotion became more and more intense, but Fang Xia was more and more helpless to the girl in front of her.
"Hoo ~"
With a long breath, Lin Xingqing's head seemed to rise unconsciously, and the slender and fragile neck appeared like this to her.
Lin Xingqing's lips slightly slipped silently until they stayed in the throat.
"Yeah ~"
Along with Lin Xingqing's screaming with a little surprise, Fang Xia kissed the lips with a soothing lip, ignoring the fine tooth marks left by her previous bite on the delicate skin. Moved, kissed Lin Xingqing's slightly opened lips again.
This time, it was no longer a soft kiss.
Rather, like a beast, various arbitrary aggressions against their own territory.
Kissing, entanglement, no clouds are allowed! Skirt! Small! Zhu Lin Xing Qing has any retreat to beg for mercy and must move with her rhythm.
The squeaky kisses, the heavy breathing sounds, among the faint floral fragrance, just seeing such a picture will make people sway, so uncontrollable.

"Woo ~ huhoo ~
When finally freed, Lin Xingqing held the right wrist with his left hand and turned gently. Fang Xia's kiss was stronger than before, so that even Lin Xingqing, who was used to Fang Xia's rhythm, couldn't help but flinch. As a result, Just like inexplicably taking a bite from her throat, once feeling her flinch, Fang Xia actually held her wrist tightly against the tree trunk with one hand, leaving her without any turbulence.
The two were tightly attached to a trunk that was at most thicker than the mouth of the bowl. The body was hot and touched. The trunk seemed to be unable to withstand the left and right swings. They floated down their heads and shoulders.
As a result, Fang Xia did not take it at all.
Ignoring her begging for mercy, disregarding the blushing sounds she heard, just bullying her lips in all kinds of ways.
It's too much!
Lin Xingqing gasped while touching the lips subconsciously. She swears that the soft lips seem to have some kind of broken skin.
It's obviously not the first time to kiss. How can it be kissed?
Lin Xingqing quietly withdrew his hand that touched the lips. The shocking moment when he first heard Fang Xia's words disappeared, but the only thing was a feeling of shame and annoyance.
"Fang Xia, are you a wolf?"
In that kind of words, the momentum that finally aroused was watching Fang Xia approaching the same red and swollen lips, and the faintly wounded lips retreated.
It seems, it seems, maybe, and later, she is also a wolf.
I don't know if it's emotional or Fang Xia is too domineering, so that after kissing to the back, Lin Xingqing also ignored it, kissed back fiercely, kissed, and gnawed, just like if you took the initiative and would lose some.
Although the two had left the torn tree trunk, at this moment, Lin Xingqing's face turned more and more red when she looked at Fang Xia's lips again.
But before he lowered his head, Fang Xia's fiery hand lifted his chin.
When the two eyes were facing each other, Lin Xingqing's earlobe was squeezed lightly. In her somewhat inexplicable expression, Fang Xiazheng bowed her head slightly, full of helplessness.
"Xing Qing, facing you, I have to be a wolf.
When can you trust me more
I love you, nothing else, always love you. "
In the last sentence, Fang Xia said very slowly, every word was so clear, so clear that after Lin Xingqing was silent for a few seconds, her lips raised in a light arc.
The author has something to say: What a romantic confession.
Although a forest play has been carried out silently in An An's mind, but here, they just came to a pure tree, cough.