078 “Cherry [Teacher-Student H]” Chapter 77

Zhongyi VS Doubao (Extra 16)

Zhongyi paused, “You…”

“Shh…” The little girl grinned mysteriously, and teased the tip of his tall nose with her fingers, “In my dream… you still… um… let me do whatever you want.”

Her expression was serious. If it weren’t for the hesitant words and unfocused eyes, there would be no hint of drunkenness just by looking at her face.

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows, in his dream

This girl is probably very drunk.

He held her shoulders and tried to push away some distance, but the soft little hands had neatly reached into his collar. Zhong Yi’s chest trembled. She remembered something instantly, but when she realized that her collar had been pulled open by her, a small part of the little face on her chest had been exposed.

“Uncle…” She lowered her eyes and stared intently for a while. Although her eyes were caught, it was still blurry. She said doubtfully, “This… seems like me…”

With the soft light of expectation in her eyes, she asked in a low voice: “Is it me?”

He looked down and said nothing, but the villain muttered to himself, “It’s so good…”

“My uncle’s body is all about me…”

Her voice was slightly floating, as if she was in a dream she had created.

“Here…” she pointed to the man’s shoulder blade, “will be my name…”

“Here…” she pointed to his stiff arm, “it will be my birthday…”

“And here…” She tapped his lips, her fingertips slowly slid across the man’s lips, her eyes narrowed, like she was secretly laughing before doing something bad.

She said: “It will be printed with my kiss…”

Then, she gently pressed against him. His lips were hot but incredibly soft. She didn’t dare to move against them, and for a moment she even forgot to breathe.

Seeing that the man didn’t push him away, the little girl was so bold that she held his chin with both hands and pressed it hard. She didn’t know how to kiss, so she could only open her small mouth to take his lips and suck them.

Her cheeks were frighteningly hot, and her body was even worse.

The simple touch of lips made her feel as if she was falling into an abyss of desire. The touch was truly terrifying.

After kissing for a while, she felt it was not enough and stretched out her small tongue to penetrate deep into his mouth, but the man closed his teeth tightly and refused to let her succeed.

She was so impatient that she was about to burst into flames. She swept the corner of his lips with her wet tongue and pressed it against his teeth, as if trying to pry open the door.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this for a while, Doubao was furious and her heart was burning, and the unknown fire was spraying upwards. Finally, her shoulders sank, and she wanted to let go of the loss, but she vaguely heard a low sigh from the man’s throat.

His back felt warm, his big palms pressed against her butterfly bones, and he pressed her hard into his arms.

When she was surprised, the man opened his mouth, inserted his flexible tongue, and took her kiss.

His tongue was long and soft, hooking her and pulling it out, forcing her to mingle with it, feeling the heat of their lips and tongues intertwined with each other.

It was late at night and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

In the man’s apartment, the overlapping figures on the sofa, the two people kissing intimately, and the soft sound of water sizzling between their lips were pleasant to the ears and heated the hearts of two people at the same time.

His body was so hot, and his hard muscles were squeezing every inch of her skin. She was satisfied with the scene of him holding her in his arms and taking advantage of her, even if it only existed in her dreams.

Slowly, she adapted to his rhythm and began to respond to him shyly. She hung her hands on the back of his neck. As the wet kiss deepened, her heads kept crossing each other, and the kiss became inseparable.

I don’t know how long it took, but he finally left her kiss. The little girl was panting, as if she was still calm in the lingering warmth just now.

The man was obviously not feeling well either, his scarlet eyes locked on her slightly parted lips.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked softly.

“Uncle…” Her voice was soft, like a little sheep, obediently letting him be slaughtered, “I still want…”

The man smiled, and roughly controlled the back of her head with his hands. He kissed her with his lips again, almost biting her. Her lips were as soft as jelly, fragrant and sweet, so tempting that people couldn’t bear to let go. They just wanted to swallow it into their bodies, not wanting to let any of the juice out.

“Hmm…”

He kissed too hard and too hastily, and the air in Doubao’s mouth was scarce. He subconsciously pushed his shoulders, but it easily aroused the man’s explosive desire. His other hand touched the zipper on the back of her dress, and he took it off decisively without any hesitation. The little girl’s smooth back was filled with a breeze, which made her feel a little cold.

“Uh… no…” she whispered faintly.

“I don’t like it.” Zhong Yi let go and lowered his head to kiss her neck. His breath was hot and sprayed on her sensitive skin.

The villain shrank his neck and responded softly, “I like…”

The man licked her ear, biting the words hard, “Then you also like it when other people treat you like this.”

Doubao was slightly startled, his mind was spinning, and he couldn’t digest the question he asked.

But her brief silence was tantamount to acquiescence in the man’s eyes.

Zhong Yi frowned. When he thought of the few hours he had been restless in the car, he warned himself not to act rashly, but he couldn’t help but imagine countless scenes in his mind. Each frame was like a sharp sword piercing his heart, piercing his sanity.

She drank wine and fell asleep peacefully in other people’s beds, and her drunken cat-like warnings also fell into the ears of other men.

He was so angry that during the half-hour drive, he didn’t dare to look at the little girl who was sleeping soundly in the co-pilot’s car, for fear that if he couldn’t control it, he would eat her up and kill her with all his strength.

Maybe deep down in his heart, she belongs to him.

Maybe even earlier, when she was a baby, that little crybaby who would burst into tears no matter who held her would smile happily only when she was in his arms.

Some things may have been doomed from the beginning.

Can’t hide.

It’s even more impossible to escape.