If she's going to fall, then let's go together. As long as she's with him, she won't be afraid of anything.
Maybe it was the instigation of drunkenness, or maybe it was because the two people were no longer so strange and polite, Ye Ziwei thought, reaching out and wrapping her arms around Yan Rui's neck, and carefully moved her soft lips towards him.
Such a reaction directly encouraged Yan Rui's next move.
His breath lingered around her again instantly.
Ye Ziwei closed her eyes gently. Under her long and thick eyelashes, there was no longer a doubtful look in her eyes.
She felt like a leaf, constantly swaying as the wind blew.
In fact, it was just a little rice wine, but his kiss seemed to be more passionate than in the afternoon. After a while, she felt that her thoughts were a little more confused. The tongue tips were chasing and entangled with each other. During the crazy pursuit, she felt that her breathing was a little tight. There was no smooth flow, and then he hummed softly.
However, the hum did not make him stop. On the contrary, his hand reached in and kneaded her softness directly and domineeringly.
"Yeah." She pulled away from the kiss again, and in her rapid breathing, she squeezed out one word, "It hurts."
The kneading was a little gentler, but the speed was still very fast. He didn't know how he lost control. From the afternoon to now, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that his thoughts were very confused.
Zi Ziwei's skin is soft and fair, like the warmest gentle land. Just rubbing against her skin seems to carry an electric current.
After bathing, her body was very slippery. When I put my hand over it, I realized that she was not wearing any underwear.
While tossing and turning, Yan Rui felt as if there were two bombs buried in his chest and lower abdomen.
The thin lips couldn't help it anymore, and gradually slid down to her neck. Gradually, as they walked, the pajamas seemed to become a kind of constraint. He frowned in the night and pulled them away.
"Weiwei, I want to." He leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice, rubbing her chest more possessively with his hand.
He asked her?!
Ye Ziwei couldn't help but shudder.
He had always been gentle, but the sexy charm at this moment was something she couldn't describe despite racking her brains. The low, hoarse voice was like a bass string in the dark night, shaking her mind.
"Yes." She whispered, hugging him tighter.
In this way, does he understand? Even if he doesn't understand, I'm afraid she won't be able to say something unspeakable.
It seemed that he understood. His hands had slid from her chest to her waist and abdomen, and he was rubbing her waist quickly, as if he felt that he couldn't touch her enough.
Ye Ziwei clearly heard her own breathing and his breathing, both getting faster and faster.
Suddenly, Yan Rui reached out and turned on the light.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ziwei immediately became shy and did not dare to raise her eyes.
"Look at me." Yan Rui suddenly ordered.
Can he still give orders? He is really awesome.
Ye Ziwei was stunned for a moment, not daring to raise her eyes, but two fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
He wanted to see her clearly at this time, but the beauty of the afternoon passed so quickly that in his impression, he did not have the reaction of his little wife.
And when he turned on the light, he saw an even more blood-curdling scene. She was shy and reluctant to speak, with small beads of sweat on her forehead. Under her long, thick eyelashes, two moist and innocent eyes looked at him. , seems to blame a sense of compulsion.
However, it seems that men all have the urge to dominate others and the pleasure of possessing them by force.
Unable to hold back, he growled, kissed her passionately, and stroked her crazily. But she, underneath him, warmly greeted her.
He finally couldn't help it and wanted to rush in, but Ye Ziwei suddenly stopped, pushed his shoulders with her forearm, and asked intermittently with force, "Can you see clearly who I am?"
who is she?
Yan Rui was obviously stunned. He endured the impatience of his body and reflexively repeated, "Who are you?"
"I. I am the one who is doing this with you now." Ye Ziwei tried her best to hold back her shyness and said, "Who am I?"
Say it quickly, she won't be able to bear it anymore.
Only after it happened did I realize that patience at this juncture is really a kind of torture!
"You are Weiwei!" Yan Rui's tone became faster, and a bead of sweat immediately fell on her body.
However, she was not satisfied and stopped him as he continued to rush in. "Who is Weiwei?" She tried her best and put herself through torture to make him clarify what she wanted.
"Weiwei, you are." Yan Rui struggled to support his body and spoke quickly, "You are my lover, wife, wife!" He gave her three answers at once, and some people should be satisfied.
"Call me 'wife' again!" Ye Ziwei's sweat flowed down her body, but her body was already wet.
"Wife!" Yan Rui finally couldn't help but clamped down on her body and rushed in, "Wife. It's my wife."
It's enough to know that his wife is herself, Weiwei and Ziwei.
Her heart was filled with a sense of happiness and satisfaction. Even if she was deceiving herself, she knew that this was considered progress.
Just as he was thinking about it, his strength and speed gradually entered the state, and her leaf was swaying even more. The wind always dominates the leaves, Zi Ziwei thought secretly.
Another strong rush came over, forcing her to focus entirely on the movement at the moment. As the increasingly turbulent tide came over, she couldn't help but start to moan, and then, she gradually bit her lips but still made a sound.
How could she be like this?
Later it evolved into selflessly shouting "Rui", "Rui".
Just as he asked her in the afternoon.
Finally, after the last rapid and intensive effort, she couldn't bear it any longer, and her whole body was trembling continuously. But in the trembling, she felt like she was overjoyed. She couldn't describe it in words, but in the middle of it, she felt deeply To, he is in her presence.
"Weiwei!" After a low roar, he and she reached an indescribable peak together.
This matter is tiring for Ziwei.
Her breathing became weak, so she obediently got into the quilt and pressed herself tightly against his chest. The sound of heartbeats came through forcefully and rhythmically.
"Are you tired?" Yan Rui asked softly.
"It's okay." She replied.
What's better.
Just because it felt rare to be so close to him, no matter how tired she was, she would persevere. Just because it was him.
"You." She wanted to ask "Do you love me?" She thought about it but swallowed it in her stomach, leaving only "Are you tired?"
God, what are you asking? She asked him if he was tired?
Even men would deny this!
Yan Rui didn't answer, and one arm went around her body again, hugging her body, feeling that the softness was a little more slender.
He frowned in the darkness and said, "I'll eat more in the future and don't get too thin."
"Why?" Ye Ziwei asked nervously.
Is it because I am too thin that I am not sexy enough, or am I not similar enough to her?
I know I shouldn't think this way, but I still feel sour in my heart.
"I want you to be healthy." Yan Rui said calmly.
"But Jason said I have the most perfect body like this." Ye Ziwei was still a little sleepy, closed her eyes and whispered, much like talking in her sleep.
Jason?
Yan Rui felt a little more energetic.
After searching in her mind for a long time, she finally thought of the American boy who would often come downstairs to Ziwei's house to wait for her when Xiao Xixi lived with her.
"When did he say that?" He was a little concerned.
"He." Ye Ziwei didn't pay any attention to the sensitivity of the person next to her, and thought about it with some difficulty, "Probably. Last week."
It seems to be last week, so that's right.
"Last week?!" Yan Rui couldn't help but frowned.
They are already married, but Jason still misses her? He even comments on his little woman's figure.
Subconsciously, he touched the soft body of the person next to him, and the skin that could be broken by blows always had the best touch. Being touched by him like this, she seemed to move comfortably, and she pressed harder against his In my arms, I seem to have found the warmest place.
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It was dawn for an unknown amount of time before Ziwei opened her eyes in a daze.
Without touching her side, she knew he was no longer there.
After all, he is a career-minded man. He still has many, many things to deal with and many, many things to solve, and then he has to go home very late.
Although it was like this every day, she still felt lonely for a while.
He continued to lie under the quilt for a while, just to breathe more of his remaining breath.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. My body was sore, but I still managed to get out of bed.
"Miss, sir, I urge you to have breakfast no matter how late you get up!" The servant saw Ye Ziwei walking slowly downstairs from the second floor and came forward to report.
"He...he said that?" Ziwei was in disbelief.
Does the sun rise from the west?
Would he say such caring things about her?
"That's what the gentleman said," the servant said in a more specific manner, "He said that you may get up a little later, but no matter how late you are, you must make up for breakfast. Because you are too thin! "
too skinny.
Thinking of these words, Ziwei suddenly remembered what he said after last night's storm.
Her stomach was empty and she had spent a lot of energy last night, so she sat obediently at the dining table. Before she could sit down, his phone call came. When the servant came over with the phone, she almost spurted out a mouthful of milk. ,"It's him?"
The servant nodded, and she hurriedly took it, "Hey, you."
"It's me.ci, please copy it and give it to me." Yan Rui's clear voice sounded from the other end. Ziwei didn't dare to say a word. She could tell that he was still very busy, and finally focused on it again. On the phone, "Are you having breakfast?"
"Yes, I'm eating." Ye Ziwei nodded seriously, but when she saw the servant, she sneered. He must have ordered the servant to report truthfully. Otherwise, she just sat down and took a sip. Milk, his phone number came over to confirm?
What's the point of asking? Just listen to the servant.