villain time hunter

Chapter 503 I only hope that the king's heart is like mine (21)

His thin lips pressed against hers, his movements were very jerky, it could be seen that this was the first time he had done such a thing.

After one touch.

Gong Yao looked at her lips that were still stained with crystal water, feeling a little annoyed.

He was so impulsive that he forgot where they were.

"It was me, Meng Lang, just now."

Gong Yao gently wiped her extremely alluring lips, her throat rolled slightly, and her fingertips trembled a little.

Shu Cheng smiled, and held the hand on his lips.

She whispered into his ear: "Mr. Gong, do you like me?"

Are you happy?
Gong Yao paused, then nodded hastily.

"Is it because I'm your fiancee?"

Shu Cheng stared into his eyes, not wanting to miss any trace of his emotion.

"No." You are you.

Even without the title of fiancee, he would still fall in love with her.

That feeling is amazing.

Like she was supposed to be his, they were supposed to be together.

It's like being carved into the depths of the soul.

Hearing this, the joy in Shu Cheng's eyes was about to overflow.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned against his chest, and rubbed her small head against him.

Isolated from this noisy and noisy environment.

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The scene of the two of them leaning together and rubbing each other's ears made Mo Yuheng, who was sitting opposite them, a little envious.

He picked up his glass and took a sip of himself.

Maybe he drank too fast and accidentally choked on the drink.

He coughed a few times and continued to pour himself wine.

When the second cup was about to enter his stomach, a hand stretched out from the side and snatched his cup away.

As soon as Mo Yuheng turned his head, he met the man's handsome face.

"Why are you grabbing the young master's cup?" Mo Yuheng glared at him.

"IM thirsty."

Zhuo Lin drained the wine in his glass.

The slightly bitter taste filled his mouth, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Just you? Can you drink?" Mo Yuheng looked down on him.

But there is something sweet in my heart.

He just used his own cup.

Then, they should be regarded as indirect kissing, right?
"Don't underestimate me."

In order to prove his dignity as a man, Zhuo Lin immediately prepared to perform another one for the other party.

But after just two cups, his face had already turned extremely red.

"Okay, what are you pretending to be in front of me?" Who doesn't know that you can't drink enough?

Mo Yuheng was inexplicably angry when he looked at his confused eyes.

My heart felt like it was being grabbed, and it was extremely boring.

Zhuo Lin didn't speak, and put his hands on his knees, staring at the table in a daze.

After a long while.

He tugged Mo Yuheng's sleeve lightly, and moved a little closer to him.

"Are you looking down on me? Huh?"

It was too close, Zhuo Lin's lips were almost touching his earlobe.

The damn hormonal breath also radiated out desperately.

"What do you want to do?"

The tips of Mo Yuheng's ears felt hot, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

He clenched the sofa tightly with his hands, and wanted to back away nervously.

But before he could make any movement, Zhuo Lin grabbed his waist.

Leaning on Mo Yuheng's shoulder, he repeated: "Are you looking down on me?"

"You you. Me."

Mo Yuheng pointed at him, you and I stayed there for a long time, but nothing happened.

Strong arms bound his waist, and he couldn't move at all.

Let him, a man who never gets drunk after a thousand cups, blush like a monkey's butt under Zhuo Lin's actions.

(End of this chapter)