"Does it hurt?" Feng Zhiming raised his head and asked her, the medicine stimulating the wound on her arm.
"It doesn't hurt." Ling Yanyan smiled. With him here, how could she feel pain?
Feng Zhiming put away the medicine box and blew on the wound gently.
Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, "Zhi Ming, you will always be with me, right?" Her slender arms wrapped around his waist.
"Yes," Feng Zhiming nodded, lowered his head and kissed her lips, his big hands moved behind her back, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the metal buckle of the underwear was easily opened.
Ling Yanyan struggled uneasily, "No, your injury is not healed yet." The little bit of reason she had left made her want to push him away.
"But I want you." Feng Zhiming's voice was slightly hoarse, and his big hands covered the softness of her chest, which was soft through her clothes.
Ling Yanyan fell into his affectionate and provocative kiss, unconsciously gasping.
He unbuttoned her chest and began to take off her clothes.
"Don't, don't be here." Ling Yanyan put her little hand on his chest.
Feng Zhiming did not refuse, picked her up by the waist, and walked up to the second floor.
The two of them faced each other nakedly, and he kissed her delicately along her white neck, gradually moving to her towering chest, and then to her flat belly. In order to fear that she would not be able to adapt to his entry, he did not relax until she had done enough foreplay.
Enter her slowly.
His huge penis was constantly pulsing inside her body, and her tightness drove him crazy. The whole room was filled with the sounds of men's heavy breathing and women's delicate gasps.
He kept asking for her again and again until she fell asleep from exhaustion. Looking at the sleeping person next to him, Feng Zhiming reached out and brushed away the hair scattered on her forehead, and printed a mark on her smooth forehead.
After kissing, he held her in his arms.
The sky was getting brighter, Ling Yanyan opened her heavy eyelids, her whole body felt sore as if she had been run over by a car.
The seat next to her was already empty, but his warmth was still there. She sat up with difficulty, and the quilt slipped down, her body covered with the marks of his love.
"Are you awake?" Feng Zhiming, who was wearing simple gray home clothes, had a smile on his face. He stood by the door and watched Ling Yanyan quickly pull up the quilt to cover her body and take long strides.
He went to the bedside, leaned over and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "You can have breakfast."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the nightgown on the side and put it on her body.
"I'll do it myself." Ling Yanyan moved her body. As soon as her feet touched the ground, her whole body went limp. Fortunately, Feng Zhiming held her in time.
With an evil smile on his face, he picked her up by the waist and walked to the restaurant downstairs.
Ling Yanyan looked at the breakfast on the table, including light side dishes, porridge, and half-boiled fried eggs. "Did you make all of this?" Her face was full of surprise.
"How is it? Is a husband like me qualified?" Feng Zhiming sat down next to her and filled a bowl of porridge for her. "Do you want me to feed you?" He picked up a spoon in his hand.
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "I can just eat it myself." After just one bite, two tears fell from her eyes.
"What's wrong? It's not delicious?" Feng Zhiming frowned with his handsome thick eyebrows.
And his question made Ling Yanyan's tears fall even harder.
Feng Zhiming put down the chopsticks in his hand and took a tissue to wipe the tears on her face, "Is the breakfast I made so bad?"
Ling Yanyan turned around and hugged his waist tightly, "Thank you." She choked with sobs for a long time before speaking.
"Silly girl, what's the point of crying?" Feng Zhiming let her tears wet his clothes.
Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at him, "I'm touched."
Feng Zhiming hugged her, let her sit on his lap, wiped away the wet tears on her face, and said with a chuckle: "I am moved, but I have to eat first."
Ling Yanyan raised her face, looked at the smile on his face, took the initiative to kiss her lips, and put her arms around his neck, "You are lighting a fire." Feng Zhiming did not refuse her kiss.
A shallow kiss, and after Feng Zhiming turned from passive to active, the passion was out of control.
The nightgown on her body had already been halfway down to her waist. "No!" Ling Yanyan pressed her small hand against him, her black eyes slightly blurred.
"It's too late to say no now! You have to put out the fire you lit!" Feng Zhiming carried her to the living room, gently pulled her with his big hand, and the silk nightgown slipped to the floor.
On the huge sofa, the two of them were tightly entangled.
After making love, Feng Zhiming pulled a small blanket and covered her body, while Ling Yanyan just lay on his chest, panting slightly and closing her eyes.
"Tired?" Feng Zhiming asked softly.
"Yeah." Ling Yanyan nodded.
"Then let's go upstairs." Feng Zhiming was about to get up when Ling Yanyan spoke up. "Take me to see her!"
Feng Zhiming's body stiffened. It turned out that she still remembered.
"No? Then I'll go by myself." After Ling Yanyan finished speaking, she stood up, wrapped herself in a blanket and prepared to go to the second floor.
"Are you threatening me?" Feng Zhiming took her back into his arms with some displeasure.
"I don't dare!" Ling Yanyan pursed her lips tightly. She knew he was doing it for her own good, so what if he saw him? It only made her a little sadder.
Feng Zhiming hugged her slender waist tightly, "You obviously dare!"
"I..." Ling Yanyan glared at him, "If you don't go, can't I go by myself? Is there such a domineering person?"
"I'm just being overbearing, how about that?" Feng Zhiming frowned slightly in displeasure.
"Then you are so domineering, I must go!" Ling Yanyan also insisted.
Feng Zhiming's hand touched her arrogant face, "Do you really want to go?"
"Yes!" Ling Yanyan nodded vigorously.
"Then I won't let you get out of bed!" As soon as he finished speaking, he picked her up by the waist and walked upstairs.
Ling Yanyan kept beating him with her little hands, "Feng Zhiming, you big bastard, you are a bully!"
"That's right! I just want to bully you!" Feng Zhiming shouted back.
In the end, Ling Yanyan was unable to resist his invasion.
Feng Zhiming saw that she was facing away from him with an unhappy look on her face, he put his arms around her and pressed his face against her smooth back, "Don't touch me!" Ling Yanyan twisted her body and tried to get away from him.
"Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming helplessly watched her having a little temper.
"Can't hear it!" Ling Yanyan covered her ears with her hands.
"You really don't want to listen?" Feng Zhiming leaned close to her ear and asked.
Ling Yanyan pouted, "No! No! No!" She was in a bad mood now and ignored him.
"Since you don't want to listen, forget it, I originally planned to drive you there." Feng Zhiming sighed deliberately.
"What? Are you telling the truth?" Ling Yanyan immediately turned around and faced him to confirm again.
Feng Zhiming rested his head on his arms, looking leisurely, "Didn't you say you don't want it?"
"How can I not!" Ling Yanyan was shameless and refused to admit it.
"Then you have to satisfy me first." Feng Zhiming looked like he had the upper hand, and the corners of his mouth rose wider and wider.
Ling Yanyan stared at him, "You did it on purpose!"
****** Dear friends, I will send you the previous chapter first, and there are two more updates today, so I’m sorry~~