The 100-day limited marriage, hateful imperial dictatorship, her lips are addictive

  "Hey, isn't this what you wanted? Take it, I've already read it anyway." A thick book flew straight towards Lin Xing, just as it was about to reach her face, a large hand intercepted it mid-air.

  "It doesn't matter," Xiao Xiao hummed.

  Shao Xuan looked at her, his fingers suddenly exerting force, a book half the thickness of his finger was actually twisted into a ball by him, and he threw it to the ground with a flick of his hand.

  She looked at him fearlessly.

  Shaoyuan's lips curled up slightly: "I'm really looking forward to our next encounter, let your luck take care of you, and don't fall into my hands by any means."

  The two of them leaned on each other and left, Xiao Miao's strength seemed to be drained, softly leaning in Feng Chen Mo's arms.

  Every time they meet, it's as if they're fighting a battle of life and death. This is a long-standing war that has been going on since the year she met him.

  The wind and dust were silent, he picked her up, and she struggled weakly for a moment.

  "Put me down, I can walk."

  The wind and dust seemed unheard of, stubbornly holding her onto the car, leaning forward, fastening her seatbelt for her.

  After bowing, he didn't get up, but instead scrutinized her from a very close distance.

  In her small eyes, there was fatigue, relief, pain, and the eternal confusion and helplessness of never being able to shake off Shao Xuan.

  A mix of emotions intertwined, blending into a fragile yet captivating gaze. The wind and dust were entranced by her, and he couldn't help but lift his hand to gently stroke her small cheek.

  His fingers trailed from her vulnerable eye corners, slowly drew towards the tip of her nose, and finally stopped on her slightly trembling lips.

  Those lips are plump and beautiful, with a cherry-like color that makes one unable to resist the urge to kiss them.

  He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers.

  Xiaoxiao didn't resist this time, she just quietly looked at him, he didn't close his eyes, the two gazes intertwined for a long time. Fengchen Mo saw himself infatuated in her eyes, his heart slightly startled, desire wouldn't allow him to retreat.

  He used his right hand to grasp the back of her head, slowly pressing her towards himself, his tongue, like a starving beast, wildly and uncontrollably searching for her sweetness.

  Her mouth had a faint milk flavor, strawberry flavor, which he heated for her every day. He greedily sucked, swept and plundered, wanting to drain everything from her.

  His breathing became disordered, fiery, and he panted slightly, his left hand gently stroking her nape, the smooth skin as fine as silk, making him reluctant to leave. He slightly opened his eyes, saw her lovely appearance, and was even more unable to control himself.

  P.S: Haha, gotcha! Happy April Fool's Day. I've updated again and again. Everyone come out and have some fun, or Maple will go out and play instead.