I swallowed my saliva, my Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he took a bite. It was even harder and more exciting.

He unbuttoned my shirt one by one, paused, glanced at me, and got up as if to reach for the switch by the bed.

"No need..." I grabbed the hem of his clothes and gently pulled him back. When he looked over, his eyes fell elsewhere.

"Don't turn off the lights?" He didn't move.

"Um."

"Let me see your legs?"

"...It's not that I haven't seen it."

He came back to me, the ball of his thumb stroked the end of my eye, and the dark tide in his eyes seemed to be more turbulent.

"Then don't cry."

Chapter 64 Schrödinger's Pessimism

I once thought about the circumstances under which I would openly and unreservedly expose my body to others. By then, I had given up hope and thought about finding the other half of my life, which would only happen with the necessary medical treatment.

According to the average life expectancy of human beings in the world, my life has already passed one-third, which is an age when most people think that they should have recognized the reality, down-to-earth, and not extravagantly seeking love. So, even if I know that in theory if there is a "true love", I should put my guard down on him and not be afraid to show him the real me, but I still feel that this possibility is very small, and it is infinitely close to a miracle.

I never imagined that such a thing that even I thought would never happen unless a miracle happened... just happened.

"There is a scar, I don't know if it can be removed..." Shang Muxiao held my ankle, put it on his shoulder, and kissed from the abdomen to the knee. Every kiss fell on the scar left by the previous burn.

The scar that had faded into pale pink turned into a bright red after the blood flow speeded up in the human body. The cold white light hit it, and it was lined with pale skin. It was indeed very much like what Tang Yuan said. Like a plum blossom.

Logically, whether he touched my leg or kissed my leg, I would not feel it, and the place that had lost sexual function for a long time would not have any pleasure or a physiological reaction because of the touch.

But it may be that the visual stimulation is too great, and Shang Muxiao's very skillful swaying has caused me to have a sea wave that is too full and too full even if I just use "seeing", and I am about to be unbearable. Submerged illusion.

Sweat slid down my temples, and my body was full of stickiness. I raised my hand to block it in front of my eyes to reduce the way to generate irritation and avoid losing my temper in front of Shang Muxiao.

"Teacher, why don't you look at me?" Not satisfied with my behavior of covering my eyes, he suddenly increased his strength. Every note seemed to be pounding in the depths of my soul, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. Not even his lips could stop the uncontrollable moan from his throat.

"Slow... slow..." I moved my hand away, every breath was hot and hot.

The soft organ in front of him began to spit out some clear liquid, continuously, like a faucet that was not tightened.

His palms pressed against Shang Muxiao's abdomen, his muscles were tensed by force, as hard as a warm stone.

He licked the position of the dog's teeth and said unhurriedly, "Then you promise to keep looking at me."

I was speechless, only nodding in response.

The sweat on the eyelashes fell into my eyes, blurring my vision. Shang Muxiao followed his words and slowed down his attack, wiping the liquid from the corners of my eyes for me.

"I told you not to cry."

My chest heaved violently, and I was finally able to speak normally: "I didn't cry..."

He seemed to caress the skin of the inner thighs as if it was a short while before he exited my body little by little.

"As soon as you cry, I will be very excited." He kissed all the way from my chest, and said while kissing, "Teacher, do you know why human beings have the intention to kill their beloved?"

My brain went blank and I couldn't think at all.

"No, don't know."

"Because the emotions of 'love' are too strong, so that the body will have a sense of crisis that is unbearable, so quickly transform it into the opposite emotions to balance the senses."

My sight has always followed him, watching him kiss my belly, and to kiss the wet organs of the group, and quickly stop.

"Don't, dirty ..." I covered there and didn't let him touch it.

"Don't say it." He looked up at me, and finally kissed the back of my hand. Later, I moved down and moved to the roots of my legs.

"I really want to eat you. From, starting from the favorite place ..." Holding my knees bent, raising my legs out, and showing the position of the roots more. Click to eat you, so that you can only be with me. "

Through the visual conveying, I seemed to feel the touch of the soft and humid breathing spit on the skin.

It's hot ...

"Teacher, can I bite you?" He stretched out the red tongue and licked the skin on the inside of my thigh.

Although there will be no pain, if you bite too much bleeding and infection, it is me who suffers. Even because I can't feel the changes in the wound in time because I don't have pain, I should pay more attention to that I do not hurt my legs ...

"Am I left a print here?"

However, as soon as he was coquettish, I couldn't refuse. His "teacher" brought a curse, telling me to make his color faint.

"Can't bite." I said.

He smiled and agreed, and opened his mouth to leave the print on my leg. I thought he had only one, and one after another. The posture couldn't wait to cover my legs with his stamps.

Fortunately, he knew the size, and he was not bitten. At most, staying at most, it was estimated that he could not see anything tomorrow.

It's a dog ...

He buried his head in my legs, and I was funny, and couldn't help rubbing his slightly humid hair.

He raised his head and carefully observed my expression.

I felt strange and listened to him, "Have you rest?"