She didn't know how long she had been sleeping in a daze. She only knew that the rustling sound of dressing in her ears woke her up.
She squirmed slightly under the sheets. She hadn't recovered her consciousness yet, and she hadn't opened her eyes yet. Suddenly, she felt her body being lifted up suddenly and pressed hard into a hard chest.
A dense and deep kiss immediately pulled Wen Xihe back from his drowsy dream.
A handsome and familiar face magnified infinitely before Wen Xihe's eyes.
After the kiss ended, He Mingjue let go of Wen Xihe. The man's forehead was pressed against the woman's forehead, and their breaths were intertwined.
"You were exhausted last night, be good, and get some sleep." He said, his voice filled with the feeling of relief after a night of fun. He pushed her back onto the bed, stretched out his hand to pull up the sheets for her, and whispered, "The company
There are some urgent matters. I will go and take care of them and then come back to accompany you, okay?"
For a man, desire is always the strongest in the morning. What's more, when he is facing a person with misty eyes who doesn't know that his love has already been revealed. He Mingjue looked at him lying on the bed in trance.
Looking at him, Wen Xihe's body changed again. He stood up from the bed suddenly, trying to cover up his embarrassment with a light cough.
Wen Xihe's brain, which was not working fast in the early morning, finally woke up when He Ming stood up from the bed.
She jumped out of bed quickly, stepped on the soft carpet with her bare feet, and walked quickly to He Mingjue. Her movements were a little hesitant, but she made a quick decision in the next second.
One hand stretched out from her side and took the tie from He Mingjue's hand. She came over and stood in front of him, standing on tiptoes. She was still wearing a thin pajamas that had a faint spring light leaking out. He looked down.
, and you can clearly see the crazy traces that he left on her body because of his passion last night.
But she looked serious, and her entire attention was focused on helping him tie his tie.
He Mingjue's heart moved. As soon as Wen Xihe's hand movements stopped. Before he could raise his head to respond to him, his body was pulled into an embrace by a huge pulling force. The two people's bodies were close to each other, touching each other all the way.
He pressed against the cold wall behind her. The man was leaning against her, his breath passionately blowing on her face. His voice had an unusual hint of hoarseness.
"Morenjing, if there isn't something that I have to do." He said, pressing his body again, making her clearly feel his raging desire, "I will definitely press you on the bed so that you can't get out of the bed!
"
Wen Xihe's little face suddenly turned red. She had never known that after experiencing soothing joy, He Mingjue would actually say such heart-shaking words.
His heart moved slightly, but Wen Xihe's body became slightly stiff.
Does that also mean that after he, Ye Yuwei, and other women have done such things, they will also say such bold love words?
Feeling that something was wrong with Wen Xihe in his arms, He Mingjue lifted Wen Xihe's chin with one hand. The two people looked at each other, and Wen Xihe quickly covered up all the unhappiness in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He looked into the little woman's eyes, but did not notice the strange emotion in her eyes.
Wen Xihe's fists at her side were clenched slightly, but her face was pouting slightly, and her eyes were shining brightly. Her fingertips were embedded in the flesh of her palms, which hurt, but she pouted,
With a somewhat willful tone.
"He Mingjue, you...do what you said last night still count?"
Before she finished speaking, Wen Xihe blushed.
When she was passionate last night, she couldn't even bear the excessive pleasure. The man was moving in and out of her body wildly and wantonly, but she couldn't bear it. She patted his shoulder and begged, "
He Mingjue, stop, I beg you to stop..."
But soon, such sounds were replaced by another set of moans.
He was rushing into her body so wantonly, how could he stop here? He could only sprint hard while whispering in her ear, "Xi Xi, be good, I will agree to anything except asking me to stop."
you......"
The more he recalled every detail of last night, the more suffocating Wen Xihe felt because of the overwhelming feeling of oppression that he couldn't get rid of.
The man's burning breath came closer again, and in front of him was his face with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "Of course, I promise you anything..."
Wen Xihe took a deep breath in her heart and raised her head. The woman looked at the man with a clearly teasing look.
"real?"
He Mingjue gently stroked the graceful curves of her body, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, "I won't lie to you!"
Time turned back, and he seemed to see the familiar Wen Xihe in his memory again.
When Wen Xihe got a satisfactory answer, he felt relieved and felt even more painful.
She unclenched her fist, slowly reached out and pushed He Mingjue away even more slowly. Then, under the man's slightly frowning gaze, she rushed all the way to the bathroom.
When she came out again, she had a lipstick in her hand, a blood-red lipstick. She didn't need such a thing, but she sent someone to buy it last night before He Mingjue came back.
She stopped in front of him, raised her head and looked at the man's calm face. After a night, he seemed to be in a good mood. Even though he didn't know what she was thinking at this time, the smile at the corner of her mouth never diminished.
Wen Xihe lowered her head and told herself not to look any further. She gritted her teeth, covered He Mingjue's suit with her hands, and then pulled it open to both sides with slight force, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.
He Mingjue squinted his eyes slightly and smiled. When he watched Wen Xihe open her lipstick and smear it on the snow-white shirt on her chest, he finally knew what she was going to do.
Even if he noticed it, he never stopped him.
Blood-red lipstick was on the snow-white shirt. Along the left side of He Mingjue's body, all the way to the right side, there were four visibly visible lip prints, arranged in a thorny manner.
Wen Xihe grabbed He Mingjue's tie and looked up at him. His voice was full of willfulness and force, "He Mingjue, just go to work like this. You are not allowed to wipe it off or change your clothes. Otherwise, you will
Just don’t come back! Huh?”
Even Wen Xihe himself couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been so willful in front of He Mingjue.
He Mingjue looked at Wen Xihe, who was pouting fiercely, and the smile at the corners of his mouth spread silently. He lowered his head to look at the dazzling red lipstick on his body, and then looked at Wen Xihe, who was pouting and looking extremely cute.
Pressed over.
"Then we will use this method from now on. I won't stop, and you will put on the lipstick. How about it?" The man's joking voice was full of his good mood.
Before Wen Xihe could refute, he pressed down and gave her another lingering and pathos kiss.
It wasn't until the sound of closing the door was heard that Wen Xihe's body softened and fell on the carpet. Tears fell silently in an instant.