Chapter 266 – Romance in Prince Jin’s Manor (2)
Chapter 266 – Romance in Prince Jin’s Manor (2)
At the corner of his bright red lips, a dark red droplet was rolling down. He immediately gave her the impression of being devilishly charming, alluring but also brutal, savage and bloodthirsty. He also gave off a sensation of a blood-sucking, noble vampire from the Middle Ages who was handsome, elegant and seductive.
Nangong Liuyun in this state was handsome beyond compare, luring people to simply commit a major crime of passion.
“Let go!” Meeting with a wolf-like, coarse and wild gaze that was fixed on her, Su Luo’s heart was inevitably a little frenetic. Her body’s natural instinct for danger made her want to turn around and flee. Trying to escape far away from his control.
However, before she could shake off Nangong Liuyun, the opposing party took unfair advantage of her proximity and advanced.
His arm was like an iron clamp, unyielding and powerful, firmly stopping her and holding on to her slender waist.
A magnified, large handsome face appeared in front of her.
His slightly narrowed phoenix eyes with hidden depths were like the undisturbed sea. Once again, wind appeared to give rise to large waves in them, emitting a disdain for the world that was overbearing and tyrannical.
“Nangong…” This kind of meaningful expression would simply startle people’s hearts. Su Luo had spoken just two words, before he bent down and seized the corner of her soft lips.
Now he was like a bold and powerful cheetah from an African prairie, erotic, coarse and wild. He fiercely nibbled and bit at his own most beloved prey.
He transferred a full mouthful of red wine to Su Luo. The sudden assault of the wine choked her until she coughed. She started to struggle as if her life depended on it.
Nangong Liuyun’s strong and powerful large palm suddenly imprisoned her into his chest. The other large palm was holding the back of her head. From top to bottom confining her in place, making Su Luo’s struggle and resistance to no avail.
The feverish kiss that was earth-shattering, was also tyrannical and emphatic, not allowing refusal.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, charming, romantic and natural.
His kiss was incomparably overbearing, strategically besieging the inside of her mouth, pressing on her until there was nowhere to flee to. She had no choice and was forced to respond to his passion.
The surroundings were silent and quiet. An ambiguous aura burst forth into the sky of the desolate night.
The faint, warm, summer grass smell that was distinctively from Nangong Liuyun’s body drew near her nose, carrying an opium-like, sinfully strong allure, making her entire spirit tremble.
At this time.
Su Luo’s mind was completely blank, she forgot to resist and lost all rational thoughts. She lost herself and practically lost all control, becoming intoxicated with the tender, homey feeling he wove. She sank deeply into it and could not free herself.
Nangong Liuyun’s coarse, wild and overbearing gale-like stormy kiss began to calm down. It softened and became a breeze-like drizzle that was soft and silky. It was also as gentle as the touch of a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface.
As if a long, long time had passed.
Only then did Nangong Liuyun reluctantly leave the corner of her lips that made people want to commit a crime. Only his pair of large hands was still tenderly cupping her very small cheeks. He was earnestly and carefully staring at her. That pair of demonically charming, red-rimmed phoenix eyes blurred in passing for a split second.
The surrounding were quiet.
There was only the sound of their slightly chaotic gasps for breath.
The bright moonlight cast a disproportionate shadow on the ground. The wind outside the window blew gently. Now, inside the room, there was a strange, flirtatious feeling of the calm before the storm.
No one was willing to break this quiet mood.
“You…went too far!” Su Luo angrily uttered in rebuke with a displeased expression of having been violated.
Originally, she thought her voice would sound wrathful, but the matter that made it even more difficult for her indignation was that her voice now sounded soft, weak and lacking strength. It was hoarse, deep and low, as if trapped by lust and hard to extricate from herself.
Rather than sounding like an angry rebuke, it sounded more like wanting to resist while still welcoming the blame.
This kind of tone made even Su Luo herself unable to continue listening to it, she turned her head away and gradually adjusted her disordered mood.
The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth lifted into a smile, he unhurriedly tidied up her conspicuously messy hair. His languid movement seemed a little blurred, “Silly Luo Luo, are you this fond of this king kissing you?”
Su Luo’s previous breath choked back in her throat.