The black figure, with the aura that Wen Xihe was most familiar with, rushed over and pressed Wen Xihe firmly, and sprayed hot breath into her ears.
"Xixi, you should have gotten used to me long ago!"
All Wen Xihe's fears were condensed together in an instant and suspended in mid-air.
"He Mingjue!"
Her two hands, which were originally stretched out to try to resist, suddenly became still as her consciousness became clearer and calmer. She forgot that she was being held down by a man at this moment, and that at this moment, a man and a woman were using this method. They were so close together that he wondered what Ming Jue’s intentions were.[
All the questions in her mind came together: "How did you get in!" She had obviously given her room extra protection. Originally, she could sleep peacefully even if she felt uneasy, but instead I don't know what this man is like now.
"He Mingjue!" She didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anger, but she raised her voice and shouted the man's name in an extremely sharp voice.
But the next second, all her breathing involuntarily followed the movements of the man's big hands.
At that time, He Mingjue's intention was already quite obvious.
As smart as Wen Xihe, and as understanding of He Mingjue as Wen Xihe, this man, in the eyes of outsiders, is a serious iceberg, a restrained and quiet gentleman, but only Wen Xihe knows that he is not at all.
To her, he is a wolf.
She was still in her own shock and anger, eager to vent, but unexpectedly her whole body was pressed tightly by the man. Her chest tightened, and the man's strong chest pressed down hard, and then a cold, Wen Xi Before He even had time to react or stop, the pajamas on his body had been easily untied and thrown away by the man at some point. His lips, pressed down with hot breath, completely surrounded Wen Xihe.
"Xixi, I miss you." He Mingjue leaned over and buried his head in Wen Xihe's fragrant neck. He rubbed it gently while smelling the good smell on her body. The strength on his hand had loosened, but then Changing the direction according to his own thoughts, he beat flexibly on Wen Xihe's tender skin little by little: "I want it so much, I want it so much!"
Beneath her, Wen Xihe's body was incredibly stiff. In the darkness, she stared at the ceiling above her head with wide eyes. She couldn't see He Mingjue's face or the expression on his face at that moment, but there was a sound in her ear. The man's heartbeat was beating violently.
His lips moved slowly, intimately and ambiguously on her neck, leaving obvious traces of force wherever they went.
She couldn't understand her feelings at that moment, let alone guess whether such longing came from He Mingjue's body, or whether she really missed him in this man's heart during the days when she left.
she does not know.
But at this moment, the desire from He Mingjue between Wen Xihe's legs was so real and strong that it was impossible for her not to feel it.
My heart was suddenly stung by the tip of a tiny needle.
"He Mingjue, don't do this!" She raised her hands resolutely in the darkness, and buried the man in her neck with both hands: "Get up!"
The man on her body remained unmoved, his hot lips movingly tracing Wen Xihe's sexy collarbone.
"Xixi, you know I won't stop!" He said, opening his mouth and giving Wen Xihe a hard bite on her delicate skin.
How can it stop.
How could you want to stop?[
For so many days and nights, he indulged his longing for the woman under him, but the beauty was not around. He Mingjue always felt that he was going to be driven crazy by some kind of longing power. Now, she is so alive The earth is right under you, within your reach.
He vowed that he would never let go again in his life.
And how could he be willing to let go of such a life-threatening entanglement?
Wen Xihe gasped in the darkness, but the struggling movements of his hands became harder and harder.
"He Mingjue, if you don't stop, I will be really angry!" She was crying, and her voice suddenly rose a few decibels. The strength in her hands refused to give in. During the moment of struggle, she subconsciously groped everywhere. , wave.
"Stop!"
An almost inaudible sigh from a man seemed to resound in his neck. Instead of stopping, the man's movements avoided her hand and went straight down, reaching between her legs.
Wen Xihe tensed her body and let out a short and rapid moan uncontrollably.
He gently licked her sensitive earlobe. The strength of his hand, coupled with his words, became more and more bold: "Xixi, you should know that I will not stop. Your body is much more honest than you!"
After speaking, his breathing slowed down, and the man's tall body pressed down and slowly sank between Wen Xihe's legs.
Wen Xihe took a breath in the darkness.
The next second, her spirit suddenly tightened. She didn't know what she touched on her hand, so she picked it up and threw it at He Mingjue.
"I said no,!"
In the darkness, the man's movement of sinking into her body stopped, and with a muffled groan, He Mingjue suddenly left Wen Xihe's body.
"Holy shit!"
Wen Xihe's heart clenched, and he smelled the strong smell of blood in his nose. He was startled, and his hands loosened, and the things in his hands fell to the ground.
"Snapped"
There was a dull sound, mixed with the sound of glass shattering on the ground, and Wen Xihe suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Ajue!"
She was frightened by her own actions. She raised her hand and groped, subconsciously trying to find the direction of the man. When her hand groped and touched a sticky patch, she wanted to get up, but inadvertently caused a bigger movement.
With another muffled groan, Wen Xihe's hand instantly distanced itself from the man's head.
"Bang"[
There was another loud noise.
This time, it was obviously the sound of a heavy object like a man falling to the ground.
Wen Xihe was so frightened that she jumped up from the bed, but heard the sound of He Mingjue gritting his teeth in the darkness.
"Holy shit, Wen Xihe, are you serious about me?"
The first night He Mingjue stayed at Wen Xihe's apartment, the house became extremely uneasy.
Outside the door of the guest room, Wen Xihe looked like a child who had made a mistake, with a pale face, and kept grabbing the hem of his clothes with both hands. From time to time, he raised his anxious eyes to look inside. She was worried and nervous, but the man sternly threatened her to stay outside the door and not allow her to go in. The more time passed, the less able she became to stand.
She didn't mean it.
Even she herself thought that she would do such a thing to He Mingjue when she was extremely angry.
After it happened, she didn't even believe it.
She used the exquisite night lamp on the bedside to smash He Mingjue's head.