Chapter 1581 Just Take a Bite [69]

Shen Wanqing thought nothing was wrong, reached out and took a sip of the Wangzai milk in Crystal's hand, but spit it out without any surprise.

"puff--"

Hold!

Shen Wanqing twitched the corner of her mouth, no... isn't it?

She licked her lips, and turned her gaze to the young man in front of her. She looked into his light-colored, pure and clear eyes, and coaxed, "Have another drink?"

His Majesty the Pope slightly raised his eyebrows, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and lightly took the Wangzai milk in her hand.

After taking a sip, before he could swallow it, the girl sitting on him suddenly came over.

The tip of her tongue hooked the milk beads and swept away the sweet milk. She just wanted to get away, but she didn't expect that her waist was tightly squeezed, and cold fingers were pressed against the back of her head.

Thin and soft lips covered, lightly, pressing on her lips. The last bit of milk was also ruthlessly wiped away, and Shen Wanqing felt a little caught off guard by the emotionless but calm contact. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and subconsciously tightened the arms around her shoulders.

Under the tossing and turning of the other party, the girl in his arms let out a low and shallow groaning sound.

Mixed, mixed with unstable breath, disorder.

...

"No, no more..."

In the end, the girl gasped and pushed the pope's shoulders, slipped her fingertips over the tassels, and the bell rang slightly.

He let go of her, his thin lips were bright red and watery, holy but extremely seductive.

Crystal pressed against her forehead, and said in a clear and indifferent voice, "Is it sweet?"

The girl in her arms was a little shy, how could she feel that Mian Xia had learned badly from being with her, she used to be so serious, but now she follows her—following the expressionless hooligans.

"Sweet... sweet..." She replied conservatively.

"Sweet, huh?"

The Pope raised his eyebrows, and stroked the girl's slender waist with his fingertips, "That's why I haven't tasted it..."

Listening to the other party's words, Shen Wanqing didn't understand at first, but after watching the other party take another sip of Wangzai's milk, Shen Wanqing understood now.

She pushed the other person's shoulder in a panic, "That, that—"

The opponent pressed down, and the sweet milk poured down his throat, and the city was destroyed, vulnerable to a single blow.

…

Maybe she was a little over the top, her head was dizzy, and when she was in a daze, Shen Wanqing looked at the holy and pure Pope's crown in front of her, and evil thoughts came to her mind.

Panting lightly, she turned her head to avoid the kiss from the Pope's crown.

The cold and white long fingers grabbed her jaw, forcing her to turn around without resistance. Under the slightly dangerous shallow eyes, Shen Wanqing avoided the pressed lips of the other party.

She resisted, and when the other party was about to speak, she quickly said: "Actually... In fact, the blood race also has a ceremony to express the desire to be close to the person they love..."

"..."

Unexpectedly, Danger's gaze faded a bit, but the long fingers still pinched her.

Under the indifferent and calm gaze of the young man, she licked her lips and moved closer to touch the soft thin lips of the other party, and said softly, "It's closer than this..."

"...Your Majesty, do you want to try?" She coaxed.

Crystal's eyes darkened, and she groped slightly with the fingertips pinching her chin, "What is it?"

what is it

This is hard to say...

Shen Wanqing was quite entangled, thought for a while and whispered in the ear of the other party: "Go to bed first."

The voice is soft.

The shallow eyes of the pope were pure and clear without any impurities, he nodded flatly, and walked to the bed with the girl in his arms.