Outright Favoritism Chapter 1231: : I thought it was too late

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The first time between Siluo and Zong Zhan is very unforgettable.

It's mainly too fast.

Because less than half an hour before and after, Zong Zhan ended hastily.

The speed is incredible, which makes Silo even more convinced that this is the actual level of the wolf dog.

Forget it, Plato is fine too.

At this moment, it was the twilight, the afterglow fell on the floor, and a magnificent glow appeared.

Silo sat in the living room with wet hair and smoked in a bathrobe.

Not long after, Zong Zhan walked in the same bathrobe with freshly ground black coffee in his hand.

He snatched Silo's cigarette and stuffed the coffee cup into her hand, "Are you hungry?"

Siluo shook her head, then stared at the man's cigarette, frowning dissatisfiedly: "Why are you stealing my cigarette again."

Zong Zhan bent over and picked up the trousers on the floor, and took out a box of ladies' menthol cigarettes from inside, "The flue-cured tobacco is strong, smoke this."

"When did you buy it?" Silo took the cigarette case and looked at it. It was a brand she often smoked.

Zong Zhan didn't answer, he sat down beside her, staring at her profile intently, the emotions in his eyes were extremely deep.

In the beginning of personnel affairs, Shi Luo hasn't changed much. She hasn't seen shame and dodge. Even if her body is slightly unwell, she won't be squeamishly ‘dominant’.

After all, she never thought that film could represent anything.

But Zong Zhan obviously didn't think so. The huge contrast between the front and the back made it impossible for him to continue to act fiercely on her.

They met for more than three years, and some deep-rooted ideas fell apart in an instant, and the heart that was watered and washed by ecstasy was difficult to maintain.

And more, it is reluctant.

Zong Zhan looked at Silo so intently, the style remaining between her eyebrows, and her calm look.

I don't know how long he watched, he took her coffee cup and put it on the table, before Silo could speak, he held the person in his arms.

The strength is almost out of control.

Si Luo struggled twice subconsciously, Zong Zhan's rough fingers passed through the hair behind her head, and he whispered hoarsely, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better." Silo twisted his waist and tugged at his arm. "Why are you holding it so tightly, let it go, it's hot."

Zong Zhan Yiyan let go of her, not only that, but also deliberately got up and walked to the corner of the living room, turning on the air conditioner.

In a blink of an eye, he turned back and sat down, and put Silo on his lap again, his hands stronger than before.

Siluo: "..."

What is he going crazy.

Zong Zhan leaned back against the back of the sofa chair, rubbing the woman's jaw with his fingers.

In the end, I can only say a very straight man: "Silo, I'm very happy."

Siluo stretched out her arms to get a coffee cup, and when she heard the words, she withdrew her hand, tilted her head to laugh at him, "Your straight man has cancer?"

It's just a piece of film, is he like this?

Zong Zhan clamped her waist tightly, her throat undulated several times, and then bowed his head against her forehead, emotionally, "I thought it was too late..."

Too late to meet her, too late to get her, too late, so she is not the only one.

Si Luo's expression changed slightly, and finally discovered that there was something wrong with Zong Zhan, "Is it so unacceptable?"

No wonder he was on the bed just now, he kept his head buried in her neck for just twenty minutes, and he refused to look into her eyes.

Because the time was too short, Silo didn't feel any unspeakable taste. The only intuitive experience is that the size of the man is very proud, but unfortunately he has no skills.

"It's not hard to accept, it's unbelievable." At this time, Zong Zhan's eyes drooped slightly, covering the gloomy light under his eyes, "I don't know if it's the first time for you, is it very painful?"

Siluo caught a word keenly, too.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, and her red lips were upturned unconsciously, "Aren't you, you're over thirty, still a boy?"

In normal times, Zong Zhan will probably quarrel with her.

But the long-lasting mood that was hard to calm down made him frankly responded to this ridicule, "Not anymore."

Siluo grabbed the man's bathrobe and raised his chin frivolously, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Zong Zhan's deep and gloomy eyes fell on the woman's face for an instant, "Did I lie to you?"

His look is more serious and sincere than ever.

But hidden in the depths, there is indescribable joy and joy.

Before today, Zong Zhan persuaded himself to accept all of Silo's past.

After today, Zong Zhan knew very well that he didn't want anyone except Silo.

Si Luo sat silent for a long time in his arms, surprised, and indeed gave birth to a little bit of joy.

It feels like opening a blind box, and the biggest surprise came out unexpectedly.

It is a surprise and a joy.

Zong Zhan looked at the slightly raised corners of her mouth, lowered her head and covered her lips, "Baby, what's your mood?"

"Quite unexpectedly." Shi Luo kissed him twice, slyly teasing her eyes: "No wonder it took three minutes..."

The rest is blocked by the man.

The first time for both parties was inevitably accompanied by various embarrassments and unexpected situations.

Zong Zhan originally planned to take care of her, so there is basically no foreplay, and the experience is naturally not very good.

Especially when he learned that Shi Luo was the first time, he didn't dare to act rashly.

I'm afraid of hurting her, I'm afraid she will have a shadow over this matter.

And everything is the emotions that Zong Zhan has fermented in his heart. He cares so much and is so happy that he ignores Shi Luo's strong receptive ability and her magnanimity that is different from other women.

……

Of course, there are two of these things.

Once the gate is opened and the sweetness is tasted, it is basically difficult for men to restrain the most primitive impulses.

At five o'clock in the morning the next morning, Zong Zhan completely broke Silo's perception of his physical fitness.

The bedroom is dark, and the man who hasn't slept all night lies on his side by the bed.

He put his palm on the back of his head, and traced the silhouette of a woman with his fingertips through the light leaking through the curtains.

Si Luo didn't know, Zong Zhan just watched her silently all night.

Until the dawn broke, I couldn't help but harass her.

At this moment, Silo hadn't woken up yet, feeling the itching in the corner of her eyes, she raised the quilt and turned over and muttered like a dream: "If you don't be honest, I will chop your paws."

Zong Zhan ignored him, turned back to the woman's shoulder and asked her in a low voice, "Boa, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Don't eat or eat, get up and drive." Silo patted him irritably, and he made a fuss about getting up.

Zong Zhan bowed his head and kissed her, and put his hand into the quilt, "You can't eat it."

Silo breathed for three seconds, opened her eyes and looked at him faintly, "Did you think I kicked you?"

"Let you kick." Zong Zhan's arms were ringed on top of her head, and she pressed down her handsome face and grabbed the woman's red lips, "Baby, it's almost dawn, and the spring night is too short."

Siluo was helpless and unable to refuse, feeling the gentle and lingering movements of the man, and she was also a little up.

I don't know if the dark light can magnify the senses. She always feels that Zong Zhan is more gentle and delicate than yesterday.

Of course, it would be better if the time was longer.