Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

But just touching it, Jing Ling felt that Wen Momo froze for a moment, as if he was frightened by him, Jing Ling's eyes finally became a little clear, their eyes drooped slightly, and she was about to let go of her hands, but again Without letting go, she gently pressed her smooth white waist, and after a while, she gently tore off her clothes to cover her waist.

Wen Momo's whole body was a little soft, and her whole head was a little blank, as if she never thought that her brother would touch her waist...

Moreover, she couldn't describe the feeling of being touched by Brother Jing Ling. Not only was it not annoying, but it also made her blood boil all over her body, but that heart was so frightened that she dared not touch it. act rashly...

Her head was swollen, her face was blushing like never before, and her heart was beating like never before. All kinds of feelings came to her all at once, making people feel overwhelmed.

However, Wen Momo was more afraid... nervous...

Don't dare to think anything, dare not ask anything...

Not even daring to move...

However, Jing Ling was no better than her. He just looked calm, but what he had done had already been done, and there was no room for him to regret it, and he didn't seem to regret it either. Gently grasping her soft little hand, stretching it between the two of them, Wen Momo was forced to separate from him a little bit, but she still lowered her head and did not dare to look up at him, but she clearly felt...

Jing Ling grabbed her hand and put it to his lips. His four fingers overlapped hers four fingers, and his thumb lightly pressed her four fingers. He shook hands gently and considerately, then bowed his head slightly, one by one. kiss her fingers.

At that moment, Wen Momo's face was very red, and she felt that she was not herself anymore.

The warmth of Jing Ling's lips, the scorching heat of her breath, kissing her fingers so tenderly.

Every kiss is precious.

Her fingers were so light and light, and his kiss was so serious.

And, not a kiss.

He didn't even say anything, just quietly pecked and kissed each of her fingers, from the slender knuckles to the slightly cool fingertips, holding them moist and soft.

The room was so quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear the sound of water vapor when he kissed.

The light mist of the red candle became a little dazzling and confusing.

He suddenly raised the tip of her chin, and Wen Momo closed her eyes tightly, her curly eyelashes trembling non-stop.

Jingling looked at her, "Momo, open your eyes."

Jing Ling's voice is not gentle, on the contrary, it is still as cold as ice as before, but because of the illness at the moment, the voice sounds less cold than usual.

Wen Momo's cheeks were flushed, and she opened her eyes tremblingly.

Then, Jingling saw that Wen Momo was looking at him with frightened eyes like a fawn with open black eyeballs.

Such a cute animal-like eyes made Jing Ling feel a little itchy again, and couldn't help pinching her little finger that was still in his palm with her fingertips, but there was still a calm look on her face: "Are you afraid?" gone?"

"I...I didn't..."

"I don't mean, are you allowing me to be so presumptuous?" Jing Ling still stared at her, as if she insisted on coaxing her to say the whole thing before agreeing.

When Wen Momo heard this, her mind went blank again.

She was so nervous that her eyes rolled wildly, her small mouth opened slightly, "I...I..."