Daughter mighty: No. 1 young man in domineering giants

She stretched out her hands, instinctively trying to grab the tablecloth under her body, but she didn't catch anything in her panic.

"Ah—" she screamed in panic.

A pair of big hands suddenly reached out to her, one hand protecting her neck, the other around her waist, protecting her whole body in his arms.

Normally, Ling Zifeng's movements like this could completely resist the speed of Chen Zihan's descent, but now Chen Zihan's whole body was limp, so Ling Zifeng only resisted for a while, and then was pressed to the ground by Chen Zihan.

"Bangdang-"

As she fell, the cosmetics on the table were smashed to the ground.

Chen Zihan's chaotic brain hadn't reacted yet, after a while, Ling Zifeng lay on her body, and the hand that was originally protecting her neck covered her head.

"Hiss—" As if a big pot hit Ling Zifeng's spine, he let out a muffled snort.

Hearing the sound, Chen Zihan's paused brain finally started to function. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, with undisguised worry in her eyes: "How are you?"

When he looked up, he bumped into Ling Zifeng's gentle eagle eyes: "Does it hurt?"

Ling Zifeng looked at her bunny-like eyes, and immediately laughed. The deep and melodious laughter clung to her ears, bringing her a happy mood: "I know that I care about me, yes, I have made progress!"

"I, I didn't!" Chen Zihan lowered his eyes, avoiding his dazzling gaze.

It was only when she looked down that she was close to him, his strong and steady heartbeat came to her with warmth, and she seemed to be able to feel the well-defined and firm chest under his shirt.

The heat in her body became more intense, she felt abnormally dry mouth, and the waist protected by Ling Zifeng seemed to be burned by flames.

She herself had a wonderful feeling towards Ling Zifeng, and at this moment, that strange feeling spread like a tide, out of control.

She tightly held her wet palms, forcing herself to look rationally at Ling Zifeng.

The dim light shone on Ling Zifeng's hair, casting a layer of warm light on his sharp-edged face. The wheat-colored skin, the eagle eyes with a deep smile, and the thin lips all made Chen Zihan unable to restrain himself. want to have...

"Ling, Ling Zifeng..." She swallowed, and called softly.

"Huh?" Ling Zifeng seemed very happy, and his thin lips curved beautifully.

His voice was deep and mellow, and his warm breath sprayed on her face, soft and itchy, like air, making people want|can't stop!

Chen Zihan's toes couldn't help curling up. She smelled the faint peppermint fragrance that was exuded from him, and looked at his charming smile. The heat that had been suppressed suddenly roared out like a beast.

"Don't, don't move, let me... take a bite!" Her breathing intensified involuntarily, and her hands spontaneously touched Ling Zifeng's head, and pressed her rosy lips to it.

"What?" Ling Zifeng felt Chen Zihan's strange enthusiasm before he had time to be surprised.

She didn't close her eyes shyly as usual, but opened a pair of misty eyes, and kept sucking, no, biting his lips!

Ling Zifeng felt pain and numbness, but he still didn't refuse her, but stretched out his hand to walk back and forth around her waist.

But when he looked down, he saw her eyes glued to his shoulders, as if...

Looking at a plate of delicious steak?

Ling Zifeng was dumbfounded by his sudden thought, he looked into Chen Zihan's eyes again, the more he looked the same.

He pinched her small chin that kept arching with his backhand, and looked at her strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Zihan tightly pinched the hem of his skirt with both hands, his ears were buzzing, his watery eyes stared at Ling Zifeng's lips without blinking, but his mind was full of wild thoughts.

His lips are so beautiful, they look thin, but they are extremely soft when bitten, like pork belly...

Thinking about it, she suddenly burst into a "giggle" laugh, her little face was flushed, and the little hand pinching the hem of the skirt slowly lifted up, gently touching Ling Zifeng's red and swollen lips that had been bitten by her.

Ling Zifeng was shocked, and a numbness like an electric shock lingered in his lips. Looking at the bright red face so close, he recalled the soft touch on his thin lips. He lowered his head and took her lips deeply. side.

The increasingly scorching sensation and the just right sweet champagne smell between his lips and teeth made Chen Zihan completely lose his mind.

She hugged Ling Zifeng tightly, stroked Ling Zifeng's carefully trimmed hair with her slender fingers, and groped down the back of his neck little by little with her soft palms covered in sweat...

Ling Zifeng had a good figure, neither fat nor thin, but very explosive. Chen Zihan's fingers got into Ling Zifeng's shirt uncontrollably, wanting to touch the tight and graceful muscles.

The hand that had just reached in was stunned by a loud shout, preventing her from further reckless actions.

"What are you doing?" It was a very familiar voice, but Chen Zihan's head was so dizzy that he couldn't tell who it was at all.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a rush of footsteps, and then someone pushed Ling Zifeng away from her body. She opened her eyes slightly to look, and could only see a touch of gold in a daze.

Chen Zihan suddenly felt as if he was in a piece of golden sunlight, and the lingering breath changed from the faint scent of mint to the smell of sunshine.

Chen Zihan raised his tired palms to cover his eyes, and suddenly the surroundings became extremely quiet, so quiet that only the sound of her heartbeat remained.

"Puff-puff--"

It was as fast as if she was about to jump out of her chest. She clutched her chest tightly, feeling her body getting hotter and hotter, as if she was in a raging fire, which made her mouth dry and her breathing aggravated.

Lin Yiheng reached out and touched her flushed cheeks, the cold touch made Chen Zihan's whole body tremble, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold his wrist, staring straight at him with a pair of bright eyes.

Lin Yiheng was furious, he turned to look at Ling Zifeng: "Bastard! What did you eat for her?"

Ling Zifeng's face no longer had the emotion just now. His face was dark and terrifying, and his deep eagle eyes stared at him coldly: "Let her go!"

"You're dreaming!" Lin Yiheng put Chen Zihan in his arms halfway, wanting to pick her up from the ground, "Zihan, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

"Bang—" In the next second, an iron fist hit Lin Yiheng hard on the skull.

"My woman, when is it your turn to move?"

After one punch was not enough, Ling Zifeng rushed forward to make up for it with another kick. This kick was hard on Lin Yiheng's handsome face. Seeing that Lin Yiheng was beaten and rolled on the ground in pain, he withdrew his foot and walked towards Chen Zihan. .

After groping around for a while, he stuffed a white pill into Chen Zihan's mouth, and gently stroked the bangs on her forehead: "Honey, you can't eat like this again, huh?"

Chen Zihan stared blankly at him with her blurry eyes open, seeing the deep flames rolling in his eagle eyes, she trembled and regained consciousness slightly.

Thinking of her bold and unrestrained behavior just now, her face suddenly turned purple. She rubbed her temples, feeling her head dizzy again and again: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with me?"