[Quick wear] The male partner always has his own ideas

The drowsy consciousness gradually turned into sobriety.

Luan Jiang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just when he was about to open his eyes, someone approached suddenly, his warm breath hit his face, and a light and lingering kiss fell.

"Welcome to wake up, my Sleeping Beauty."

Qin Xun's voice is very low, not in a hurry, and the sound of each word is stuck in a tone that is enough to make people's body heat rise sharply, magnetic and seductive/gasp.

The person involved, Luan Jiang, hadn't reacted yet, and 0748, who was a bystander, had already uttered an earth-shattering cry: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The corners of Luan Jiang's mouth twitched slightly, "...I remember you said he was scary, and you called him a snake spirit?"

0748 slobbered for a moment, and replied confidently: "Facing these five senses, what else do I need?"

Luan Jiang: "..." All right.

Because he was busy chatting with 0748, Luan Jiang didn't open his eyes the first time he woke up.

A deeper kiss strikes.

After a long time, Luan Jiang's breathing began to be difficult, and Qin Xun slowly backed out.

As soon as Luan Jiang opened his eyes, he met Qin Xun's deep eyes.

"It turns out that what you need to kiss Sleeping Beauty is a French kiss."

Just listening to Qin Xun's smiling voice is enough to know how good he is at the moment.

The two of them will be in the same posture of Qin Xun going up to Luan Jiang and going down.

Being pushed against by something like a machine gun, it was really hard for Luan Jiang to ignore it.

Luan Can't Laugh Jiang: "...can you stay away from me?"

"Is Jiang Jiang despising me?" Qin Xun changed his face in an instant, and he made a pitiful expression with his mixed-race and three-dimensional facial features, as usual, without the slightest sense of disobedience, "It's so sad... ..."

Luan Jiang: He's really fucked up.

Qin Xun put his body down and got closer to Luan Jiang, while still pretending to be pitiful: "Jiang Jiang..."

The fully loaded gun was almost at the mouth of the hole.

If Luan Jiang doesn't stop her, she might experience sexual bliss on this private jet.

He put his hands on Qin Xun's chest, leaving a little gap.

Luan Jiang replied: "I didn't..."

His words were interrupted by Qin Xun: "Then kiss."

Kiss your mother.

He San, who came from the back seat and was about to report on his work, stopped for four or five seconds after hearing these three words from Qin Xun's mouth, and complex expressions were faintly visible on that calm face.

Qin Xun, who didn't get a kiss, simply didn't get up, and just looked at Luan Jiang with an innocent look.

Luan Jiang Yuguang, who was about to be flooded with swear words in his mind, suddenly caught a glimpse of the table knife with a faint silver light on the table next to him. He simply reached out and took the table knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife touched Qin Xun's face Throat position.

When Luan Jiang turned cold, the sense of coldness and alienation was astonishingly strong.

"Master Jiu, it's better for you to stay away from me, lest I get scared later, and if I shake my hand, it won't be good if I hurt you."

Unexpectedly, Qin Xun moved closer to the tip of the knife facing his throat.

The sharp point of the knife pierced his skin directly, and beads of blood oozed out.

The blood slowly slid down the blade and dripped on Luan Jiang's hand, with a little warmth.

Luan Jiang was taken aback by the scene in front of him, and unconsciously let go of the knife.

The table knife fell onto the blanket without a sound.

Qin Xun kissed him on the brow, his eyes were charming, and even his voice was endowed with water-like tenderness: "I still prefer you to call me Qin Xun."

After all, Qin Xun got up, wiped the blood on his neck with a wet towel, looked at He San, and said in a rather cold tone, "Say."

He San was also a little dazed because of this scene. After hearing Qin Xun's voice, he quickly bent over and reported on his work neatly.