Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Gu Qingqing was dumbfounded.

She only felt that her fingers were gently held by Lengscheng, and the tip of her tongue curled slightly, with a slight burning pain. Her fingers seemed to be surrounded by warmth, like a mother's gentle hand, holding her hand in Palm.

She was a little dazed, and when she looked up, she ran into his cold eyes. Lengscheng's eyes were pale and his expression was cold, but his mouth was very warm.

She didn’t know what was wrong, she felt her heart beating wildly for a while, like beating a drum, bang-dong, dong-dong, the fingers placed in his mouth, as if connected to his tongue, and then connected to his heart, let Her whole hand, her whole person, and her whole heart are like a kite being pulled by a string, being held tightly by him, flies when she wants to fly, and if she wants to fall, she has to fly down from the air.

Especially, when I raised my eyes occasionally, I saw Lengsicheng’s eyes, looking at her as if serious and joking. In the amber cold eyes, there seemed to be clusters of flames. Seeing her heart is like a heavy blow, and her chest is like a fountain. That fine and dense touch turned into an invisible thread, and then weaved it into a net, entwining her firmly in the net.

Suddenly she was a little shy and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Lengscheng held her fingers tightly, not letting her move. She looked at him a little unexpectedly, but found that Leng Sicheng simply stretched out her arm around her waist, led her back, backed up, and retreated to the vicinity of the cooking table. Her legs were against the cold marble cooking table. When she was unable to retreat, Leng Sicheng suddenly stretched out her hand and swept the cleaned vegetables on the cooking table to the ground with one arm, and then his big hands were like iron tongs, hugging her thin waist and hugged her suddenly On the cooking table!

"I just washed the dishes!" Gu Qingqing exclaimed, and was about to go down to pick it up. She was sitting on the cooking table. As soon as the cold marble touched her body, she subconsciously wanted to run.

Lengscheng suddenly stepped forward, squeezing her slender legs into her body, firmly embedding her on the cooking table. She wanted to reclaim her hand, but was bitten tightly by Leng's City. His teeth bit her fingers thinly without force. At the same time, the tip of her tongue was still scanning the place where he had just bitten. , As if comforting.

"Lengs City!" She felt a little strange, but she couldn't tell what it felt like, like a kitten sweeping her heart with its furry tail, a little itchy. "I'm still cooking."

"I know." Lengscheng still had her fingers in her mouth, and her voice seemed a little unclear, muttering as if she was squeezing it from deep in her throat. The slightly hoarse and ambiguous tone, under the dim light of the kitchen, made people blush and heartbeat strangely.

"What do you want to eat, I'll cook it for you." She dared not look at his face or his eyes, and lowered her head a little flustered.

"I... I want to eat you." Lengscheng finally let go of her finger, her lips falling behind her neck. Breathing gently on the soft hair behind her ears, like a fire, crackling and burning!

His hands clasped her waist tightly again, preventing her from running away easily.

"This, this is the kitchen..."

She resisted a little bit hard, pushing his shoulders with a small hand to prevent him from approaching, but Lengscheng grabbed her hand and let her hand hook his neck.