Luo Xi felt a wave of retching sweeping up from bottom to top.
She forced the corners of her mouth to open in an O-shape because she couldn't resist the man's strength.
The man lifted her chin with his other hand and stuffed the rice porridge in the spoon into Luo Xi's slightly open mouth.
His movements were neither rough nor gentle.
The rice porridge entered her mouth, and the man loosened his fingers and let her swallow.
Luo Xi's mouth was filled with a full spoonful of rice porridge, and the feeling of retching was still in her throat.
Seeing the man's still irresistible look, it was even more dazzling.
"puff" Luo Xi used the force in her throat to spit out a mouthful of rice porridge onto the man's non-ciliated black casual clothes.
Jing Mohao glanced coldly at the stain that had never appeared on his body before, but he didn't show a trace of anger.
Instead, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, but he didn't let the woman see it.
He directly threw the spoon in his hand towards the door, and the crisp sound of landing made Luo Xi couldn't help but shrink his arms.
The man picked up the bowl, filled his mouth with a big mouthful, put his hand on the side of Luo Xi's head, and blocked her lips.
"Uh-huh" Luo Xi shook her head to prevent him from succeeding.
The man's expression was condensed, and he directly lifted the quilt off her body and pressed on her.
The sticky rice porridge on her body made the two of them tightly glued together.
Jing Mohao took action to straighten Luo Xi's dodging head, and his thin lips fell again.
As if he wanted to make up for all the forgotten kiss between the two of them yesterday, the man's lips moved very seriously.
His lips and tongue penetrated Luo Xi's clenched red shell, and sent all the rice porridge into Luo Xi's mouth, straight to her esophagus, without allowing her another chance to spit it out.
With a strong masculine aura, Luo Xi felt even more ashamed.
She passively swallowed the rice grains he sent in, feeling the violation of him plundering and plundering her mouth.
It was his superior emperor who treated her, a powerless orphan.
The ruthless exploitation and contempt of the poor people.
Luo Xi's fingertips dug into his fingertips and he clenched his teeth tightly.
She wanted to tell him in her own way that even the most despicable street gangster had the right to rebel against him.
Jing Mohao felt the pain and quickly withdrew the tip of his tongue.
Luo Xi closed her eyes and did not look at his livid face, waiting for his more brutal punishment.
The man left her lips, his eyes dark and dull.
He swallowed the remaining rice porridge in his mouth and frowned slightly.
He never drank this kind of thing.
He swallowed this sip today just to feed her.
It was indeed very unpleasant to drink.
If she hadn't clamored that she liked to drink it before, he wouldn't have cooked it for her personally.
Jing Mohao let go of the palm that was restraining her, but his handsome face came close to her again, and his soft lips touched each other, which was all his happiness.
He was glad that she was still alive, and that her limbs were still intact and she was showing her teeth and claws in front of him.
He was glad that he still had the strength to save her, and that he still had the right to kiss her.
No matter the future, no matter just now, only now.
He continued his sucking slowly and slowly, without probing or intruding, just kissing.
Luo Xi was tortured by his unusual gentleness and became extremely anxious.
She opened her eyes impatiently, only to find that the man had his eyes slightly closed with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Her expression was as cold as the moonlight, and she turned her head sharply.
Pulling away softly, Jing Mohao suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the side of the woman's face, and kissed her again.
Luo Xi frowned and said in disgust, "Jing Mohao, are you done yet?"
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