Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The man's long finger touched her face and her voice was very low: "What do you want?"

Ye Shengge summoned the courage to stare at him: "After we divorced, it is your freedom to date and marry other women, but...can't find someone worse than me."

He chuckled: "Why?"

"For your face," Ye Shengge said without changing his face. "If you find someone worse than me, everyone will laugh at you."

He raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"You can't be shorter than me, your legs can't be shorter than me, your chest and eyes can't be smaller than me, your face can't be bigger than me." Ye Shengge asked, "Kiss skills can't be worse than me, and bed skills can't be worse than me. "

"The first few are easy to say." His throat rolled, "What do kiss and bed skills mean?"

"It literally means." Ye Shengge looked at him with wide eyes, looking bluffed. "You said that you married me because I lived well."

Ji Shiting caressed her chin, eyes deep.

"But I don't remember anymore." He whispered, "How about your kissing skills and bed skills, I have no impression at all. No impression, how to compare?"

"Isn't that easy to do?" Ye Shengge said, leaning close to him.

However, before she touched his lips, Ji Shiting smiled lowly: "Ye Shengge, are you looking for an excuse to kiss me?"

"No." she said calmly. "Did you say you don't remember?"

"It makes sense." He nodded, his eyes deep, "Come on."

Ye Shengge listened to him saying that suddenly he was so shy and so stiff in the air.

Upon seeing this, the man chuckled at the back of her head and pulled her off.

The moment the lips of the two met, Ye Shengge couldn't help shaking.

In the past, she and Ji Shiting didn't know how many times they kissed and did more intimate things, but the kiss at the moment gave her a throbbing never before, and the men's breath made her dizzy, Her heart was beating fast, and her breathing became rapid.

The man stepped back slightly, with a mocking tone: "This is your kiss technique?"

Ye Shengge blushed.

She hugged him by the neck and once again leaned up to kiss him. She traced his lips and tried to stick her tongue in, but the man refused to cooperate.

She was angry, so she bit him hard.

The corners of his lips overflowed with a low, muffled grunt, as if he reluctantly lifted his thin lips lightly, but Ye Shengge felt a sense of accomplishment and smoothly protruded his tongue into it.

Ji Shiting's breath gradually became heavy.

Ye Shengge went deeper, swept over his upper jaw, and touched the tip of his tongue again and again. This kind of contact like a dragonfly made people want to stop.

The man finally couldn't help being anti-guest and deepened the kiss.

At the end of the kiss, both of them had abnormally messy breath.

The pupils of Ji Shiting are even more terrifying.

Ye Sheng's eyes glanced down, "What do you think of...?"

His throat knot slipped and licked his lips, seemingly aftertaste.

"Sure enough. So... what about bed skills." His black eyes locked her, and his voice was hoarse. "When are you going to let me experience it?"

"The bed technique is just as good as my kissing technique." Ye Shengge held back the hotness of his face and said calmly, "In short, if you are not sure that the other person's technique is better than me, don't take care of others."