Vol 4 Chapter 611: Big bad wolf and little white rabbit

Eleven stunned, no words at the moment, just felt the blush on the cheeks was even heavier, making her a little bit ashamed, not daring to meet Mo Ye's deep and compelling eyes. She wanted to escape, but was trapped in a small, his space.
Step by step.
The underworld version of Romeo and Juliet are really vivid metaphors. They are very correct, but are they hugging and kissing? When did she make him hug and kiss again? Eleven wanted to refute, watching Mo Ye's smiling eyes silent.
Suddenly felt a tight waist, and the back was heavily attached to the door panel, Mo Ye had grabbed her lips, one hand clasped her waist, one hand clasped her head, plundered the sweetness between her lips.
The warm lips pressed her lips tightly, sucking, depicting her perfect rhomboid, and suddenly broke into her lips, occupying and looting domineeringly, just like walking in the desert for many days, a journey without water Those who are desperately absorbing water, are greedy and nostalgic.
Eleven was shocked to lose her initiative when she wanted to resist. Her body was pressed tightly by him, almost airtight, and she could feel his hard chest squeezing her soft chest...
Cheeks are red...
The heart hit like a deer, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do, so he could only grab his clothes nervously.
This heart-wrenching and sweet taste made her tremble and jerky how to respond. She could only let Mo Ye passively hug, kiss and tease, and all her feelings followed him.
Common ups and downs.
Mo Ye receded slightly from her lips, her forehead pressed against her forehead, and the tip of her nose against the tip of her nose. His dark eyes flashed with a dark heat, and her breathing was slightly unstable, slowly saying: "This is a kiss and a hug Did you? You didn't refuse."
Eleven lips moved, wanting to refute, Mo Ye would let her say another word, leaning her head and grabbing her lips and tongue again, this time the kiss was even more ruthless, and the menacingness made people unstoppable...
He already knew her temperament and how to make herself a beauty. This kiss did not satisfy Mo Ye. He held eleven, turned a few times in place, and pressed her into the black King size bed.
In the process, she did not loose her sweet lips, nor did she hit any obstacles.
Eleven was a little flustered, as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, Mo Ye's hand grabbed it, pressed it against the side of his head, his five fingers wrapped tightly with her, his lips left her, and attacked her white and tender neck, burning breath All hit her delicate skin with a thin layer of red...
Eleven has not experienced such a thrilling passion and desire. At the banquet, he used to pretend to pretend to be emotional and emotional with others, and have had physical contact with others, but one heart is as calm as water and cold as ice, Not at all like now...
The whole blood seems to be boiling...
This feeling is terrible.
Mo Ye dissatisfied a hand with the touch of a kiss, and lingered on her skin, reaching into her shirt frenzy...
"Mo Ye, stop it!" A soft man was held by him, and that person was spoiled at the top arrogantly. She was covered with a spirit, and she seemed to be pulled into a more surging abyss, but she seemed to be awake again. Hurry to hold his hand.
Unexpectedly, his hand was covered in his hand. With a strong effort, his palm was more unhindered and fell more heavily on her softness. Her eleven face burst into red, and she wished she could disappear in front of Mo Ye...
This is a typical desire to refuse to welcome, she clearly does not mean that.
Although Mo Ye said that she was about to be loved, she was about to stun her head, her whole body clamored for her, and asked her fiercely, but in the end she still had a little reason.
He knew that he had to use all his patience with her, and he had to take it slowly and take her step by step instead of pressing her. The pressure was too tight, and the eleven would rebound. He was most afraid of the eleven rebound. He turned around and left, where he went to cry.
So even if the pain was so bad that Yu looked screaming and surging again, he dared to hold back, daring not to take action, and even withdrew his hand from her lapel, holding her hand instead, and pressed her halfway.
Eleven has never encountered such a dilemma. He was pressed by his hands, and people were also pressed. He could only be forced to look at his flame-filled eyes. The eyes were as dark as black, and the light was so scary that she seemed to be able to I saw a fire flashing inside.
Eleven knows what he wants to do. She has been trained in this area. The man has deep breathing and Ang Zang is still hard against the lower abdomen. How can she not know what he wants.
just……
She rebelled slightly, and did not dare to have a deep entanglement with Mo Ye. Ye Wei's example surprised her a little. The most important thing is that the old witch once told her that her body should not be combined with men, and the toxin can be transmitted to others.
She didn't have much time to live herself, but she didn't want to make him tired.
"Eleven, why should you refuse me?" Mo Ye looked at her tightly with black eyes, her lips pecking at the corners of her lips, and asked hoarsely.
"I don't want to." Eleven gritted his teeth and pushed him, "You get up."
Mo Ye's shenyin gave a stiff voice to Eleven, and she dared not push him anymore, she could only stand still and watch him alertly. Mo Ye wanted to laugh a little, but she probably didn't know how cute her expression was at the moment. .
Like a little white rabbit who has been guarding against the big bad wolf.
Is he so scary? Mo Ye felt a little comfortable, turned her body, did not press her, and immediately got up at eleven, who expected the iron arm to lie across her lower abdomen and pressed her to bed.
"what are you doing?"
"I'm not allowed to go, you made me want to go like this?" Mo Ye smiled, still embracing her in her arms, eleven glared at him angrily, but Mo Ye was indifferent, arbitrarily she glared.
Said in the look of a very honest man, "You are responsible for me."
"I'm responsible for you?" Eleven couldn't help raising his voice, a little unbelievable.
Mo Ye changed her words in a good manner, "Well, I am responsible for you."
As long as she wants!
Eleven gave him a glance, Mo Ye held her tightly in her arms, "Is it your boyfriend?"
Eleven, "...I don't know!"
"Will you let other men hug you like this?"
"you……"
Eleven turned back angrily, and smiled at Mo Ye's eyes, suddenly feeling annoyed.
"It's been five years, you have to give me a place."