Song Qingchun's words were not finished yet, and Su Zhinian's lips were blocked fiercely again.

Her lips were soft and unbelievable, even though he had just kissed them for a while, he was still easily immersed in her fragrance.

He kissed hard, almost tearing her lip skin, he sucked her sweetness almost greedily, he couldn't help pressing her body with his body until he pressed her whole body to fit In the car, because of the pain, she made a soft voice, and his strength eased down a little.

He still didn't mean to move away from her at all. He clasped her head and digged her head deeper into her mouth.

She kissed him softly, and her back, squeezed by a hard car, felt no pain. Her surroundings, her breath, her mouth were all his taste, the air in her lungs, he was Suddenly sucking in full, she instinctively grabbed his shoulder and greeted him with a kiss, opened her mouth slightly, trying to breathe, but annoyed him, and swept her more and more wildly and wantonly .

It wasn't until Song Qingchun was dying that Su Zhinian bypassed her. He gasped and lowered his head slightly, staring at her small red face deeply, gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, he He clearly hated the extreme, but with a deep helplessness: "Tingting, I really want to be tossed by you..."

I've always wanted you to live better so firmly, but you are so stubborn and stubborn that shakes my determination over and over again.

"You know, I can't do anything with you..." Su Zhinian's appearance, like the fierce and evil spirits rushed to strangle the little woman in front of him at any time, he bit his teeth hard, and the anger was still there. It was sent out, but I couldn't bear it, but it turned into a long sigh, and then he raised his hand, gently touched her forehead, and shattered her hair that was blown by the wind, and plugged it behind his ear. Plug, holding her small face, sighed again, some helpless and murmured and asked: "Tingting, you said, what should I do with you?"

His tone was low and seductive, revealing a sadness, mixed with a hint of darling, and he heard Song Qingnong grabbing the fingertips of his clothes, shaking slightly, and the subconscious slowly lifted his eyelids, facing up. Closed his eyes.

There were still the throbbing and emotions that he brought to her when she kissed her, causing him to be upset, and for a while, he stabilized God, and his thumb slowly rubbed her delicate cheeks. Slowly moved his lips, and the tone of his mouth was full of sadness and melancholy: "Tingting, pretend to not care, how uncomfortable, do you know?"

He wants to treat her well in dreams, but he can only pretend not to care in order to keep her in heaven.

Pretending not to care... These simple six words immediately dispelled the angry and depressed smoke in Song Qing's chest.

At this moment, although she didn't know what he was thinking, she couldn't see what kind of diary he would write for the situation at this time, but the six words "pretend not to care" seemed like a sudden surprise. Li hit her heart fiercely, letting her feel his helplessness, his struggle, his heartache, and his pain.