Wen Xihe was suddenly afraid of such an ambiguous, indulgent but hopeless atmosphere between the two people. She put her hands on the man's chest and called him softly with some help.
He Mingjue's expression looked at her, as if he wished he could swallow her alive. That look always reminded Wen Xihe of the crazy shudders he had experienced time and time again before.
Even though Wen Xihe showed such obvious resistance and withdrawal at this time, He Mingjue did not stop his actions because of this.
His body approached Wen Xihe with a powerful posture, allowing her to accept his breath and surroundings.
Wen Xihe suddenly felt a little flustered.[
She should have resisted in her heart, but she seemed to have lost the courage to drive this man away in an instant.
Naturally, she did not let go of the extremely subtle changes in her heart. She even realized clearly that after seeing the real He Mingjue with her own eyes last night, who was afraid of losing her, all Wen Xihe's resistance became stronger.
There is a feeling of a huge surge that is about to drown everything.
That's what Wen Xihe is like.
The man forced her against the counter. He clearly saw her fear and worry, but at this moment, He Mingjue still chose to force Wen Xihe into a position where he could not retreat.
He leaned over, trapped Wen Xihe between his hands with both hands, looked at the sink for a long time, and finally slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
"Do you know?" He deliberately approached her again, making her exposed skin feel cold when touched by the exile. However, the man's breath was extremely hot, rubbing her face and brushing it ambiguously. Over her sensitive facial skin: "I'm measuring the feasibility of loving you on top!"
Wen Xihe raised her head suddenly. She was obviously frightened by He Mingjue's bold and explicit words, and her face turned pale in an instant.
"No!" She said, already stretching out her hands and pressing them against the man's chest, using force on her hands, but her body trembled slightly under the man's frequent touches.
Next to me, the pot on the stove was slowly emitting white gas and making the sound of boiling water as the flames burned.
But He Mingjue had no intention of letting Wen Xihe go.
"I said yes." His body came over with his hot breath. The oppressive Wen Xihe had no room for relief.
Wen Xihe had already turned pale in anger. At this moment, it was extremely embarrassing and ambiguous. She was really worried that this man would treat her here regardless.
"Ajue"
Wen Xihe closed her eyes and shouted the man's name with some strength and frustration.
She thought that she still understood He Mingjue after all.
Even though many of the ways he does things now are no longer familiar to her, Wen Xihe thinks that the way He Mingjue expresses his displeasure with her has not changed much.
The voice that almost screamed submission or even begging made the man's movements temporarily slow down.
He knew that she could bear the limit of things, but he forced her to be like this. He didn't just want to tease her.[
"I know you're angry, but I really didn't mean what happened last night, and I didn't..." And she had already rushed back in a hurry, and she was treated as a birthday gift by him, wasn't she?
The man looked at her with a half-smile on his face. His hands that had stopped for a while suddenly moved and he grabbed her waist in an instant.
Wen Xihe's breathing was messed up.
Such an explanation is obviously not the answer He Mingjue wants.
Wen Xihe's heart tightened as she felt that the man's big hand on her body had another intention.
"I promised you, if it wasn't such a big deal as being sick!" The second round of explanations that contained a hint of temptation was still coming to an end when Wen Xihe's neck was bitten hard by He Mingjue who suddenly leaned over.
Take a sip.
The pain made Wen Xihe cry out and glare at the man with furrowed brows.
He Mingjue did not look at Wen Xihe's face, which clearly showed anger. Instead, he buried his head in the woman's neck, smelled the fragrance on her body, and started moving his hands again.
"Xixi, you know the answer I want!" He turned his head and kissed her neck, nibbling it carefully from time to time, just like a man's determination to torture a woman.
"I can not wait anymore!"
Wen Xihe's body stiffened, and after a while, after she finally realized what He Mingjue was referring to, her whole body softened.
He didn't really want to do something extreme and loving to her here, but he was trying to make her understand in such a way that Wen Xihe couldn't turn around at all.
Yes.
As He Mingjue said, he couldn't wait any longer.
He once told Yu Xingfeng, who didn't understand his mood at all, that he was determined to win over Wen Xihe. If Wen Xihe liked to play with running away and escaping, then he would have a lot of time to play with her all the time.
Son.
But it turned out that He Mingjue was generous enough to Wen Xihe and even to everything around her.
He couldn't wait for her to strengthen her confidence and decided to stay by his side forever.
He is not afraid that another strong love rival will appear again after Lan Lingzhou, nor is he afraid that Wen Xihe will use various methods to avoid their questions.
He just suddenly couldn't accept that Wen Xihe appeared outside his sight, or even in the sight of others.
That's why he was so eager to get the answer.
The air fell into a silent stalemate for a moment.
On the stove, the boiling water hissed, and the transparent glass lid was tried to be flipped over, and the air began to be filled with white gas everywhere.[
Wen Xihe was a little anxious and wanted to jump down and turn off the fire, but was held down by the man.
Her sensitive skin even felt some kind of hot gas in the air resting on her skin.
But He Mingjue didn't move at all, he just restrained her and looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows.
A certain sense of strength that had accumulated over the years and filled the heart finally slowly spread from the depths of Wen Xihe's heart and spread into her skin amid the stalemate between the two and the pressure of He Mingjue.
, those too clear feelings finally reached her lips after flowing in her body for a whole century.
A sigh turned into Wen Xihe's most powerful feeling of frustration.
"He Mingjue, I have never met a bastard like you!"
As she spoke, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Seeing that the man just squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her more deeply, Wen Xihe finally knew that this kind of entanglement would probably never stop after it started.
She suddenly felt tired, tilted her head, and gave up all her body strength to the man, regardless of the danger in the small kitchen.