Warm my heart

Their lips pressed tightly together, entwining passionately, and the kiss became deeper and more intense.

Their hands were not idle either, slowly moving along each other's bodies, caressing every inch of skin, exploring all the way down.

The fire of desire burns fiercely and becomes more and more intense.

His hand slid gently across Dingdang's back, feeling the tenderness and warmth of her skin.

Her back was smooth as silk, and every touch made his heart beat faster.

His fingers gently traced her spine, causing her to shudder softly in an uncontrollable pleasure.

Dingdang's fingers dug into his hair, gripping it tightly as if to pull him closer.

Her breathing became more rapid, and each breath seemed to be calling his name.

Their clothes were taken off unknowingly, leaving only the most primitive contact.

Zhang Qiling's hands wandered over Ma Dingdang's body, exploring her body. Every touch seemed to ignite a cluster of tiny sparks that instantly spread throughout her body.

His palms covered her chest, feeling her heartbeat, a strong beating of vitality.

Ma Dingdang's body became soft under his touch, her eyes closed slightly, completely immersed in the pleasure.

Her skin turned rosy with excitement, like the most beautiful rose.

Zhang Qiling's lips moved down her neck, and every kiss made her body tremble.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat.

Zhang Qiling's lips finally stopped on her chest. He sucked gently, causing her to tremble violently.

Ma Dingdang's fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly, her breathing became rapid, her body became sensitive under his touch, and every touch seemed to ignite the fire deep inside her.

Zhang Qiling's hands wandered over Ma Dingdang's body, making her tremble every time.

Breaths intertwined to form a symphony of passion.

Ma Dingdang's mind went blank and he completely lost the ability to think.

Under his guidance, her body entered another world, a world where there were only the two of them.

She felt like a budding flower.

Nourished by the drizzling spring rain, it gradually blooms into its most beautiful posture.

Zhang Qiling and Ma Dingdang feel each other's presence, which is fascinating...

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls onto the warm big bed.

The golden light was like fine gold sand, gently covering Ma Dingdang's cheeks.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes cast two faint shadows in the morning light.

Zhang Qiling stood in front of the bed, looking at her gently while she was still sleeping, with a doting smile on his lips.

"Get up, little lazy cat, and have something to eat."

The voice was low and gentle, like the morning dewdrops falling on the lake of the heart, causing ripples.

Zhang Qiling gently pinched Ma Dingdang's little nose.

He didn't bother her anymore, but got out of bed, stood up, changed into clean clothes, and went into the bathroom to clean up.

The sound of running water echoed in the room, along with the melody he hummed.

Only after he left did Ma Dingdang slowly wake up.

Her eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

She felt unwell, with pain in her waist and legs, and some pain between her legs.

She moaned softly and smiled bitterly in her heart. This was probably the consequence of teasing him.

After she used her spiritual power to circulate throughout her body, her condition began to improve slightly.

She sat up, rubbed her temples, then got out of bed, walked to the table beside her, picked up a glass of spiritual spring water, and sipped it gently.

The cool spring water was like nectar, moistening her throat and refreshing her spirit.

At this time, Zhang Qiling pushed the door open and came in. His hair was still wet and he smelled of fresh shower gel.

His eyes fell on Ma Dingdang and saw that she was still wearing her suspender pajamas.

There were some spots on the exposed skin, like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow, recording the passion of last night.

There was a hint of apology in his eyes, but more of it was affection and satisfaction.

He walked over to her, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and let her lean against his strong chest.

"Does it still hurt?" There was a hint of concern in his voice.

Ma Dingdang shook her head and looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Just a little tired, but..."

She deliberately stretched out her voice, then whispered, "But I wouldn't mind doing it again."

Zhang Qiling was amused by her words and he gently pinched her cheek.

"You are such a little devil."

The two smiled at each other, and the air was filled with sweetness and warmth.

Zhang Qiling took her hand and walked to the dining table.

Breakfast was already on the table, with hot milk, golden fried eggs, and a few slices of perfectly toasted bread.

"Come on, let's eat something first."

Zhang Qiling handed her the milk, then picked up a piece of bread and spread a thick layer of jam on it.

Ma Dingdang took the milk and drank it in small sips. Her eyes glanced at Zhang Qiling from time to time, her eyes full of love.

They ate breakfast quietly, enjoying this rare peaceful moment.

The sunlight gradually rose higher, shining through the curtains and dyeing the entire room golden.

Ma Dingdang leaned on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, and the two looked at the world outside the window together, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Ma Dingdang asked softly.

Zhang Qiling thought for a moment, then said, "I want to take you somewhere."

"Where?" Ma Dingdang asked curiously.

“A special place.”

Zhang Qiling smiled mysteriously, then stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Come, put on your clothes and I'll take you there."

She stood up and followed him into the dressing room.

Zhang Qiling picked a white dress for her, simple and elegant.

Ma Dingdang put on the skirt, turned around, and the hem of the skirt fluttered gently.

"It's so beautiful." Zhang Qiling admired sincerely.

A blush appeared on Ma Dingdang's face and she hugged him gently.

They walked out of the room together, the sunlight shining on them, warm and bright.

Zhang Qiling took Ma Dingdang's hand and took her on a bicycle to a place.

Ma Dingdang sat lightly on the back seat of the slightly old bicycle.

He tightly embraced Zhang Qiling, who was dressed in black, with his arms.

Her beautiful eyes gazed at the houses gradually receding on both sides of the road.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Ma Dingdang asked softly, a hint of curiosity and anticipation in his words.

Zhang Qiling could clearly feel the gentle touch and the heart-warming softness coming from the delicate body behind him.