Zhi Qi felt that she was almost out of breath in this cramped space.

    "Jiang Qi..." The little girl bit her lower lip forcefully, so that she would not be indulged in love, she bent her knees against the boy's thin chest.

    And her white jade-like feet were particularly conspicuous in the night, making Jiang Qi's already collapsed emotions gradually recovered little by little.

    This is wrong.

    Jiang Qi took a few deep breaths and pulled out his long, slender hand from the hem of Zhiqi's shirt.

    "I don't blame you." Her voice was also a little hoarse, her tender arms wrapped around the young man's thin waist, and honestly muttered: "I just felt it was too fast, Not ready... let's move on."

    In fact, the feeling of kissing is really good, and the feeling of being caught by Jiang Qi is also really good.

    So Zhiqi paused for a while, but still resisted the shyness and said the word 'continue', she really wanted to try the feeling of 'body and mind' with Jiang Qi of.

     But Jiang Qi was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't help laughing.

    The girl couldn't help pouting her lips, feeling that Jiang Qi was laughing at herself, so she complained tenderly: "Why are you laughing at me?"

    "Fool." Jiang Qi touched Zhixi's slap in the face, and gently stroked the corner of her lips with his fingertips, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead, showing endless love and pity. He only said this one sentence, but everything was silent.

    There is no other reason for not continuing, except that Jiang Qi is still reluctant.

    Although he really wanted to 'a success ***', but he had not met Zhiqi's parents, and did not have the qualifications to have her...

    In fact, Jiang Qi has been extremely self-isolating since childhood, and he is also very deviant without caring about the outside world.

    But once Zhiqi was involved, Jiang Qi wanted to 'step by step' like a regular person, and dared to possess everything she had without fear.

    But the little girl felt that he was too cautious.

    Zhi Qi reluctantly patted Jiang Qi's chest and muttered: "What, we are all adults."

    She and Jiang Qi are both twenty-two after the new year. It stands to reason that not only are they adults, but they are even of the legal age to get married. As a result, the teenagers are still looking forward to the future. Is it difficult...

    Zhixi had an idea, looked up at Jiang Qi's sharp jaw through the little light, and his voice softly excited him: "Are you afraid that I won't be responsible for you?"

    …

    Jiang Qi could not laugh or cry: "Xiqi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

    "I'm not talking nonsense." Zhiqi smiled, and simply got up. The girl pressed Jiang Qi under her body with the dim light, and her legs were spread apart, and she sat on the thin young man. On the waist, her little hand pressed against his chest to prevent Jiang Qi from getting up, and looked at him condescendingly.

    Through the transparent tent roof, stars fell into Jiang Qi's amber eyes.

    Zhixi saw that his emotions were clearly stunned, doubtful, and… uncontrollable desire.

    "Jiang Qi, give it to me." The girl couldn't help laughing, a fair and delicate slap covered her face with red clouds, the loose shirt on the little girl slipped down, revealing most of the white Shoulder, inexplicably like a seductive female fairy.

    In Jiang Qi's eyes, the slender waist of his eldest man, Zhiqi, twisted slightly, like a water snake.

    And the 'female fairy' lowered her head and bit Jiang Qi's thin lower lip accurately.

    .

    This sentence is like the straw that broke the camel's back.

    The teenager himself was already undecided and eager to move, the whole person was like a stove waiting to be burned in the hot summer - and the girl daringly threw a fire in it.

    Jiang Qi's eyes were obscure, like a bottomless condensed fire and ice river, and then suddenly got up like a leopard.

    He grabbed the girl's waist and controlled Zhiqi firmly.

    Maybe it is providence.

      place.

    The heat in the tent warmed up, and the atmosphere was almost dreamlike, cloudy and foggy.

    In a trance, Zhiqi felt like she was being roasted on a fire, and couldn't help sobbing and crying.

     Hate! Wu Ying never told her that doing such a thing would be so painful!

    It hurts so much.

    Zhi Qi bit her white lips, Shui Yingying's eyes were full of resentment staring at Jiang Qi, the girl's blushing face turned pale, as if she was silently acting like a spoiled child: Okay pain.

    "Good." Jiang Qi leaned over slightly, kissed her softly, and coaxed her: "It won't hurt in a while."

    But his actions made Zhixi cry even more aggrieved.

    Zhi Qi was stunned for a moment, and immediately forgot the pain.

    She knew that if it wasn't for the lack of lights in the tent, Jiang Qi would not have undressed in front of her, and she would not have let her see all this, but through the starlight... She still saw it .

    Zhi Qi was silent for a while, then kissed her gently.

    And the little girl also felt that Jiang Qi's body stiffened for a moment.

    "Xiqi, aren't you afraid?" His cold voice was hoarse because of the entanglement: "Don't you dislike it?"

    Zhi Qi's chestnut-colored hair was wet with sweat, strands sticking to her forehead, and her skinny neck was slender.

    "No." Her voice was also hoarse, perhaps choked, and she shook her head tiredly and tiredly: "I don't despise you..."

    How could she dislike Jiang Qi?

    For Zhixi, seeing the staggered knife marks and scars on the boy's body, she just wanted to kiss him - if this would make Jiang Qi less painful and happier.

    It was not until the end of the night, when Zhiqi was so tired that she almost fell asleep, that she felt a little bit of what Wu Ying called "happiness".

    The kind of happiness, refreshing, and doing other things are completely different.

    Drowsy, the little girl couldn't help thinking of Jiang Qi, who was even more youthful in high school.

    Jiang Qi at that time was like this.

    The eyes were full of fire, full of exclusive desire to stop.

    *It was a look that wanted to 'eat you'.