Her slender legs had wrapped around his waist before he knew it, and they were still moving gently from time to time.
She seemed to be pulsating his self-control, which was about to break down, intentionally or unintentionally.
But she has just received the potion, and at this time, in fact, he shouldn't be too close to you at all.
Murong Qingzhen struggled between desire and reason. The person in his arms was too thin, and his slender waist seemed to be unable to bear any gravity. After all, he couldn't bear it, so he had to let go slightly, but she hugged him.
He didn't let go of his neck, and then it got even tighter.
His reason was finally overcome by the surging desire, and then he suppressed it gently.
Her body was still shivering, and the area was dry and astringent. As soon as his fingertips touched it, she shrank her shoulders and whispered, "Qingzhen, I'm cold."
He kissed her collarbone tenderly and coaxed gently: "Don't be afraid, just come closer if you feel cold. You won't be cold in a while."
I don't know if his body was too warm, but it made her tremble more and more. He put his right hand around her waist, and carefully reached down with his left hand. When he felt that she was slightly moist, he shook his head.
, pushing into it the desire that he cannot suppress, and persisting to the end.
At that first moment, a large dazzling firework exploded in his mind. Jiang Zimo was trembling with pain, and his petite body couldn't help but feel stiff all over.
While Murong Qingzhen kissed her tenderly, he thought of their first time, when he was so frightened and angry that his force was not accurate at all. She gasped in pain and bit his shoulder, looking at her with tears on her face.
Huddled at the head of the bed, instinctively avoiding his intrusion.
But this time, she lay obediently under him. Although it still hurt, she gently climbed onto his neck, her body softly cooperating with his lingering touch.
This time, the beautiful feeling she brought him was far better than anything he had ever experienced before.
It turned out that this was the feeling of love. Because of love, he only felt that everything about her was beautiful and beautiful.
Murong Qingzhen expressed his hot desire in a shock of extreme satisfaction. Considering her body, he even had to force himself to end it early.
When he came out of the bathroom, Jiang Zimo had already fallen into a deep sleep. That night, they hugged each other and slept, and he used his warm body to protect her cold soul.
After this night, the originally antagonistic relationship between Murong Qingzhen and Jiang Zimo also underwent fundamental changes.
He no longer imprisoned her, and even came back from get off work early the next afternoon and helped her walk out of the quiet villa.
Jiang Zimo's body was still very weak, and the repeated effects of the drugs made it impossible for her to eat. Besides her complexion, she looked as if she had been blown away by a gust of wind.
Murong Qingzhen carefully supported her, letting her lean most of her body weight on him.
Jiang Zimo knew for the first time that the Murong family had such a Western-style castle in Fengshan. The house was huge, with five floors in the basement. Like the exterior, the interior decoration was also in the typical Baroque style. Compared with the round house
shaped vault, the luxurious and extravagant crystal chandelier hanging from the fourth floor to the first floor, the slender and exquisite silver candlestick on the long Western-style table covered with red velvet tablecloth, the wallpaper with complicated and delicate hollow patterns and the huge fireplace