Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

How much does he want to do it?

The bottom of Ye Han's eyes was burning, burning to the point of being real. He realized that she was kissed in a daze due to lack of oxygen, and he became more and more undisguised.

The corner of the clothes was torn off, and the slender and beautiful hands stretched in almost without delay.

Her waist is so thin and soft, and she was so infatuated with it that Ye Han couldn't put it down for a long time. After being deeply kissed, people with bloodshot brains and short-circuited brain circuits began to struggle and resist inappropriately, and then he restrained himself.

Ye Han's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes were filled with emotion as the tender skin felt warm and smooth.

I really want to do this, I have always wanted to do this, I really want to.

People who smile casually, people who lift the corners of their lips and chin slightly, people who are impatient and indifferent to people they don't like, people who want to stand out on a whim, and people who have no defense against him.

Now under him, unable to struggle, confused and helpless, let him bully her.

One figure after another flew past his mind like a horse watching flowers.

Ye Han's eyes became darker and darker, his emotions became more and more elevated, and his slightly trembling white fingers came to the top of her waist.

want to touch.

Want to touch it.

I really want to...

Stopping at a short distance away, Ye Han was at war with heaven and man in his mind.

After a while, she loosened her lips and looked down, her bright red lips|petals were already slightly swollen, reflecting her blushing and sleepy expression, it almost made him lose control completely.

Lowering his body, Ye Han seemed to be no longer that simple and innocent mountain boy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me touch it, just touch it, okay?"

Song Le's brain was so dull that he couldn't think at all, not to mention recognizing what he was talking about, it was extremely difficult to connect and receive at this time.

The hands and feet were limp, without any strength, and the drowsiness and numbness swept over one another, Song Le couldn't help but let out a cry of discomfort and discomfort.

Trembling.

"Get up..." Song Le frowned, his eyelids almost couldn't bear the overwhelming sleepiness, and he said helplessly.

Most of her closed eyes showed that she was about to fall asleep, but Ye Han wasn't satisfied at all.

Greed will only grow bigger and bigger, swallowing people like a dark bottomless pit.

When she spoke again, her voice was already so hoarse that it was unbearable, with a few traces of thrilling pleasure in a low voice: "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence, okay?"

As he said no more unnecessary hesitation, his knuckle-bonded hand covered the softness, almost instantly, Ye Han pressed his lips tightly.

So happy, so happy, so happy... I'm about to die.

"I like you." Repeating these words stickily in her ear over and over again, Ye Han's movements became more and more sloppy, with more force, instead of being careful and gentle.

"I like you..." I like you from the first moment I saw you.

Love it so much it's gonna break.

I like it so much that I can hardly bear it.

It was just such a superficial taste, Ye Han endured it uncomfortably, and his hand came to her slender and straight legs again.

It was tender and fair, but Ye Han frowned uncontrollably when he touched it.

Said in a rustling voice, "...you are not allowed to dress like this again."

With a calm and clear expression, he wished that the eyes of everyone who saw him would be gouged out and crushed.

Sooner or later, she would have to listen to him in everything, and she could only be seen and touched by him alone.

……

The next day.

Song Le felt back pain.

When I look in the mirror, I always feel that my lips are aching, and they seem to be slightly swollen to the touch.