I ran away with the villain as a cub

Song Ling's face, which had just faded from the blush, burned again with a bang.

He couldn't bear to look into Shanshan's shining eyes, turned his head in embarrassment, and said dryly, "...how do you teach me?"

Shanshan rubbed his nose against his, and snorted softly: "Lingyou asks knowingly."

Song Lingyou: No, I'd rather I really don't know.

Shanshan said sweetly: "Of course it's to teach me how to turn Lingyi into my real bride."

Song Lingyou said weakly, "Shanshan, don't make trouble."

"I didn't make trouble." Shanshan lowered her head and kissed the side of his neck, distressed, "But I really don't know how to do it."

You fucking fart.Song Lingyi beeped loudly in her heart, obviously he had caught him reading pornographic books several times, wouldn't it?How can it be?

He was too embarrassed, and annoyed that Shanshan teased him like this, he said angrily, "I won't either."

"How is it possible." Kissing him kindly and crookedly, continuing to untie his clothes while kissing, "I will definitely do it, teach me."

Song Lingyi was provoked by him to react. When she was slightly drunk, her self-control was not as good as usual. She gritted her teeth and pressed his hand, and said fiercely:

"If you don't, then I will."

Shanshan was not threatened by him at all, kissed the corner of his eyes in a calm manner, and said fascinatedly: "Lingyou is so pretty, I like you so much."

Song Lingxin thought that he would not be fooled by his sugar-coated bullets, and repeated: "I said I'll come, did you hear that?"

"I don't have to reject Ling Xi." Shanshan frowned and said pitifully, "But I feel so uncomfortable."

Song Lingyou raised her eyes.

Shanshan bowed his head.

The two looked at each other.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Shanshan called him in a low voice: "Lingyou."

It was the kind of coquettish, pleading tone.

Song Lingyi covered her face.

How can this be rejected!

While feeling desperate for such a bottomless self, he stretched out his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Bring it!"

Shanshan's eyes lit up, and she kissed him heavily: "Lingyi is the best!"

Song Lingyi wanted to hit someone.

Shanshan quickly got off the bed, and came back with a small box in a short while, and said happily: "I took a strawberry flavor!"

...What's the matter with this tone of asking for credit, do you think I will praise you!

Shanshan put the small box in his hand, rubbed against him, and urged: "Lingyou, it's fine."

Song Lingyi only felt that the lightweight box weighed a thousand catties at the moment.

He took a deep breath, sat up, and raised his hand to twist the lid of the box. His hands were sweating all the time, and he twisted it several times, but he couldn't unscrew it.

Shanshan couldn't see it, so she quickly unscrewed it for him, and the faint strawberry smell permeated.

Shanshan asked him: "Does Lingyou think it smells good? Do you like it?"

Song Lingyi was expressionless, and even wanted to throw this thing in his face.

He forced himself to stretch out his frantically trembling fingers, and picked a piece in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, I felt that Shanshan's eyes were obviously hot.

Song Lingxuan: "..."

He's still dead :)

***

Song Lingyi didn't have any special feeling for the strawberry smell, but Shanshan seemed to like it so much, she used up half of the box of ointment, and finally stopped when it was dark.

Because of this wedding night full of rich strawberry flavor, even when Song Lingyi was dreaming, the tip of her nose was lingering with the sweet strawberry aroma.

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, he couldn't get up until noon the next day.

When he was lying on the bed in a daze, he suddenly felt that the quilt was slightly sunken, and someone sat down.

He barely opened his eyes and took a look: "Shanshan?"

The person's whole body became cold.

Song Lingzi hastily changed her words: "Stop."

Rong Ting let out a "hmm", his expression relaxed a bit, he raised his hand to caress his loose hair all over the bed, and said in a low voice, "Tired?"

Song Lingyi silently gave him a sideways glance, meaning to "ask the question knowingly".

Rong Ting smiled inexplicably.

Song Ling was awake and couldn't fall asleep for a while, so she turned her face and said, "You can talk to me."

"Okay." Rong Ting spoke easily, "What do you want to say?"

"Hmm..." Song Lingyi thought for a while, seeing that he had already changed out of his wedding dress, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and blurted out, "Show me you haven't put on your wedding dress yet."

Rong Ting raised his eyebrows slightly: "Want to watch it now?"

"Of course!" Song Lingyu nodded repeatedly, he was so tired, he wanted to see something nice.

Rong Ting pondered: "But it's daytime."

"What happened during the day?" Song Lingyu was puzzled, "I can see clearly during the day."

Song Ling was vigilant: "You don't mean to play tricks, do you?"

"Don't play tricks." Rong Ting smiled at him, leaned over and kissed him on the shoulder, "Wait for me a moment."

Song Lingyi stretched her neck, looking forward to it.

Soon.

The ring ring rang softly, and Rong Ting, dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, made a grand appearance.

He opened the bead curtain, walked in slowly, noticed Song Ling's gaze, and looked at him, a faint smile appeared on his radiant face.

Song Lingyu: "!!!"

Song Lingyi looked straight for a moment, her back was no longer sore, her legs were no longer hurting, and she was about to get up after struggling.

Rong Ting was very satisfied with his reaction, sat on the head of the bed, pushed him down, and said with a smile: "Like it?"

Song Lingyi nodded heavily: "I like it!"

"How much do you like it?"

Song Lingyi said euphemistically: "Just now my back was sore and my legs hurt, but now I don't feel any more."

He didn't have the nerve to say it, he almost took it seriously.

Rong Ting let out an "oh", lowered his head and fiddled with his hair, and said casually, "That is to say, all right?"

Song Lingyi was fascinated by beauty, so she didn't realize the danger hidden behind this sentence in time, and said humorously: "I can't be better, lower my head, I want to take a good look at you."

After a while, he paid a heavy price for this sentence.

With the gorgeous wedding dress covering his face, Song Lingyi struggled: "It's daytime, what are you doing?"

"I know, see better."

Song Lingyu: "..." :)

Rong Ting hugged him from behind, pressed him deeply into the cloud-like soft mattress, lowered his head and kissed his back neck and butterfly bone.Song Lingyi couldn't break free, looked down and saw his clean arm propped on the side, couldn't help venting her anger and bit it.

His lower mouth is quite heavy, as if competing with someone, the deeper he stops, the harder he bites.However, Rong Ting didn't seem to feel the pain, and he didn't move at all, but the breath falling behind his ear became more and more hot.

Not long after, Song Lingyi couldn't take it anymore.He felt that he was going to suffocate, so he had to let go of Rong Ting's hand, lay face sideways on the pillow, and gasped hard with slightly parted lips.

From a calm angle, one can see that his brows are furrowed, his long black eyelashes are constantly trembling, and a few strands of sweaty black hair stick to his flushed face, making his lips even more red. The fingers of the quilt are snow-white.

Rong Ting narrowed his eyes, unhurriedly raised the hand that was bitten just now, and gently squeezed his chin.

Song Lingzi opened her out-of-focus eyes: "What's wrong...!"

He suddenly let out a small gasp.

Rong Ting chuckled, two slender fingers took advantage of the gap, penetrated into his undefended lips, and played with his soft tongue that had nowhere to escape.

Song Lingyi made a weak protest.

The saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth that could not be closed tightly, and was gently wiped away. His panting was gradually mixed with low sobbing sounds, and the corners of his eyes also began to ooze physiological tears.He finally couldn't kneel down, his whole body was trembling and almost collapsed into a ball of mud.Rong Ting kindly picked him up.

Song Lingyi closed her eyes and issued a vague rejection: "No more."

Rong Ting: "Why not? It's not like you can't handle it."

"I can't handle it, I can't."

"Hmm." Rong Ting criticized him seriously, "How can a man say he can't do it?"

Song Lingyou: "..." Damn you!

The resistance was suppressed, he patted Rong Ting's hands around his waist, and gasped with tears: "I want to turn around."

Rong Ting smiled slightly, told him to turn over and lay flat on the bed, and kissed away the tears on his face little by little.

That kiss was very tender.

Only kisses are gentle.

Song Lingyi couldn't bear it at all, she didn't even have the strength to put her arms around his neck, so she could only secretly stroke the thin and powerful narrow waist back and forth in a random way, trying to make trouble; He also opened his eyes bravely, and asked for a kiss in a hoarse voice: "I want to kiss you."

Half an hour later, he passed out without much hope.

The soft and silky touch of the wedding dress followed him into his dreams.

The author has something to say: three shifts.