CHAPTER 8

Crossing the campus [8]

When Li Zhao heard the words, his phoenix eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

　Although there was a momentary heartbeat, he quickly came to his senses. He grabbed Li Xin's hand and said in panic,

　"A Xin, A Xin, listen to me, this is a—"

　Li Xin seemed to know what he was going to say, and smiled sweetly and said,

　"Accidental? I know.

　Immediately after, she threw the thing in her hand aside, lightly broke free from Li Zhao's movement of holding her back, and climbed up to the inner thigh of his softly with one hand .

　"Brother, if you think this is an accident, just push me away."

　She said while stroking his still-weak male roots through her trousers, the strands of hair fell down to his cheeks, carrying With the fragrance he is most familiar with.

　Li Zhao felt that he had been bewitched by the fragrance, and his hands and feet lost strength. He wanted to indulge in it, but Lingtai's last trace of clarity did not allow him to do so.

　"A Xin, we are.... We are..."

　Li Zhao struggled to avoid her hand, but Li Xin naturally wouldn't let him succeed. She unceremoniously straddled his knees, the tip of her nose was close, and she lightly rubbed the bridge of her nose.

　"Brother, don't think about this, you obviously want me very much."

　Her voice seemed to possess the magic power to confuse people, Li Zhao opened his mouth, and the words in his throat turned into an unbearable murmur.

　Li Xin's fingers are beautiful, slender and slender, and the plump and round nude pink nails are plated with a healthy luster. Such an elegant pair of hands, at this time, was releasing the shackles of his lower body, and rubbed the once again high-spirited long dragon in his hands.

　In Li Xin's memory, Li Zhao did not have a girlfriend, and his relationship history was blank. Apparently it's the same in bed affairs. His male roots are pink without human beings, and because of the lubricating liquid of the bell mouth serum, it feels like silk to the touch.

　He was panting, half-opened and half-closed by the lustful red eyes, as if a gravel broke the obsidian clear pool in the depths of his pupils, smudged into sparkling ripples.

　Li Xin's thumb pressed against the mouth of the bell, causing Li Zhao's body to shudder. He frowned fiercely, raised his elbows, and pressed Li Xin firmly into his arms.

　"Honey, don't move."

　Li Zhao hoarsely turned Li Xin over and turned his back to himself.

　Li Xin didn't want to give up the rare opportunity and twisted twice. But Li Zhao seemed to be determined, and the restraint was extra hard, but it just happened not to hurt her.

　"Brother!"

　Li Xin raised his voice in dissatisfaction.

　Li Zhao put his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against the hair on her back, and muttered:

　"Listen to me, don't move."

　Seeing his firm attitude, Li Xin knew that there was no hope of taking him down today, so she couldn't help being annoyed Don't overdo it.

　Li Zhao was never shaken by her anger, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly reached out to cover her eyes.

　"Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't turn your head."

　There was an inexplicable self-shame in his words, which obviously made Li Xin ready to give up.

　Then at this moment, Li Xin suddenly felt a little cold on his lower body, and Li Zhao lifted the skirt up.

　"Brother?"

　Li Xin called out briefly, but received no response from Li Zhao.

　She could feel the fabric of the panties being pulled aside, and Li Zhao reached out and touched the corridor, which had already seen sticky dew, and smeared the tender two-lobed mussel with the honey water.

　Li Xin's lips and tongue were slightly opened, and the numbness in her lower body continued to meander up, turning into a rouge-colored blush that spread to her jade-white cheeks.

　Then she found that Li Zhao's hot giant object was pressed against the gaps in the creamy petals, and rubbed it heavily with lubrication.