Ling Yanyan gently tugged on his sleeve, "Why don't you say anything? Then what do you want me to do?"
"What do you think?" Feng Zhiming said lightly, his eyes fixed on the pitiful Ling Yanyan in front of him.
"How do I know? I said I'm sorry, why are you still angry? Or are you simply not..." Before Ling Yanyan could finish her words, Feng Zhiming's kiss swallowed up her unfinished words.
.
Ling Yanyan was overwhelmed by his sudden kiss and opened her eyes wide.
Feng Zhiming raised the corners of his lips, "You have to listen to me obediently." As soon as he finished speaking, he picked her up and walked towards the second floor.
Ling Yanyan's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, fearing that she would feel pity if he loosened his hands when he was angry.
Seeing the person in his arms hugging him tightly, Feng Zhiming relaxed his hands slightly, "Ah..." Ling Yanyan screamed in fright. If she fell down such a long circular staircase, she would die.
He is disabled.
"You know you're scared?" Feng Zhiming said coldly, "Aren't you very courageous?"
"You, you did it on purpose." Ling Yanyan then raised her head from his arms, looked at the proud smile on Feng Zhiming's face, and reached out to touch Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming smiled, "Yanyan, what do you think?" He released his hands slightly, and Ling Yanyan fell to the soft bed without any warning.
"You..." Ling Yanyan had just half sat up when Feng Zhiming covered her and pushed her back onto the big bed.
"How am I doing?" Feng Zhiming reached out and unzipped her gauze skirt.
Ling Yanyan twisted her body, trying to avoid it, "No, don't do this."
"How long have you been away from me? You have been willful for so long. Don't you think you should compensate me?" Feng Zhiming's face came closer and closer.
"But, I haven't..." Ling Yanyan needs to be mentally prepared.
Feng Zhiming's big hand slipped into the zipper on her side, and his big hand reached towards her flat belly, moving it gently, "You have nothing?"
Ling Yanyan looked at him, and held the big hand that was gradually moving up with her small hand, "I, I want to take a shower first." She pulled the big hand away forcefully, turned sideways, and got off the other side of the bed. She just turned her feet.
After landing on the ground, he was hugged into a solid embrace again, "Okay, let's wash together." Feng Zhiming was also determined not to let Ling Yanyan get rid of him.
"Uh, isn't it good?" Ling Yanyan opened her eyes wide and washed with him. What's the difference between it and here? No! It's worse than in bed.
"It's up to you, take a shower first, or..." Feng Zhiming's hand covered the softness of her chest through the fabric.
Ling Yanyan struggled, how could he do this?
Feng Zhiming bit her earlobe lightly, "Don't you want to choose? Let's do it together." After saying that, he carried her into the bathroom.
The huge bathroom didn't feel crowded at all. In a moment, the two of them were facing each other naked and pushed open the frosted glass door of the semi-curved shower room. Feng Zhiming held her in his arms and stood under the shower head, pointing his fingers.
Gently flipping the switch, warm water flowed out and showered the two of them.
"Don't try to avoid me, you know?" Feng Zhiming's kisses came overwhelmingly, kissing her delicate lips, his warm tongue opened her teeth, and slid into her sweet mouth,
Tangled tightly with her lilac uvula, Ling Yanyan had lost her original reason, her slender arms were wrapped around his thin waist, Feng Zhiming's lips moved to her white neck, and his big hands gently
He caressed her smooth back, then gently bit the red pistil on her chest, "Hmm..." Ling Yanyan moaned softly.
"Don't be here." Ling Yanyan suddenly shivered from the cold and regained consciousness.
Feng Zhiming's hand pressed a few times on the button next to the shower to increase the water temperature. Ling Yanyan folded her hands on her chest and lowered her head slightly. When she thought of the kiss between the two just now, her fair face was stained.
Layers of blush.
"Is it still cold?" Feng Zhiming asked her, hugging her into his arms, and the warm water flowed over their bodies.
After taking a bath, Feng Zhiming opened the door of the shower room, took a white bath towel, put it on Ling Yanyan, and wiped her dry.
"I'll wipe it myself! You're also covered in water." Ling Yanyan wanted to take the bath towel, but Feng Zhiming refused, until she dried it off and then wrapped her in a bath towel.
Feng Zhiming took another bath towel and handed it to Ling Yanyan, "Honey, shouldn't we reciprocate?"
"It turns out that you have a purpose." Although Ling Yanyan said this, she still wiped it for him. The hand holding the towel was only wiping his back, then his chest, and then to his lower abdomen, "Wife
, how long do you want to wipe it?" He grabbed her small hand with his big hand and moved it down with the bath towel.
Ling Yanyan froze on the spot, "Well, I'm going out first." She put the bath towel in Feng Zhiming's hand and walked out of the bathroom quickly with bare feet.
Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan's hurried back, wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom.
Ling Yanyan was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding a bottle of nourishing water in her hand. Feng Zhiming came over and took away the bottle of water, "Honey, you are already very beautiful without rubbing anything on it." After saying this, he pulled her away.
He left the makeup chair and walked towards the big bed.
Feng Zhiming hugged her and lay on the bed. He gently pulled her with his big hand, and the bath towel on her body had already left her body.
"Don't be like this." Ling Yanyan shyly buried her face in his chest.
"Yanyan, raise your head and look at me." Feng Zhiming met her slightly lowered eyes and slid his slender fingers across her delicate cheeks, "That man, has he ever touched you?"
"No." Ling Yanyan shook her head.
"What about here?" Feng Zhiming's fingers touched her white neck.
"No." Ling Yanyan still shook her head.
Feng Zhiming's big hand grasped the plumpness of her chest, "Where is this place?"
"No." Ling Yanyan still shook her head.
Feng Zhiming moved his big hand down his lower abdomen, "Hasn't he even touched you?"
"Yeah," Ling Yanyan nodded.
"Very good! You are still my woman!" Feng Zhiming turned over and covered her soft body, kissing every inch of her skin with his gentle lips.
He still possessed her crazily, taking her into his arms and letting her enjoy and linger under him.
A thin silk quilt covered the two of them, Ling Yanyan leaned on his chest, her slender arms were placed across his waist, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was breathing tiredly.
"Very tired?" Feng Zhiming caressed her back and asked lazily.
"Yeah." Ling Yanyan muttered in response.
The faint moonlight shines into the room through the gauze curtains. The night is darker and it is already early morning.
"Then go to sleep!" Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly and gave her a hint of warmth.
"Will you always stay with me?" Ling Yanyan asked in a low voice.
Feng Zhiming's hand on her waist tightened, "Of course."
"Oh." Ling Yanyan just said, nothing more.
"Why do you ask that suddenly? What are you worried about?" Feng Zhiming always felt that Ling Yanyan had been uneasy ever since she met Fu Nina in the villa.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It's nothing, I'm sleepy."
****** Dear friends, I will update the previous chapter first, and there will be another update later~~