He kissed her deeper and she retreated to the corner of the sofa. He leaned over and put his hands on her slender back. She put her palms against his strong heart and felt his beating heartbeat and his evil pair of eyes.
Burning in the black eyes.
"Sir, Miss, the midnight snack has been delivered."
Uncle Dian, the housekeeper, knocked on the door, Yao Hanbing turned away, Yuan Haolie held her in his arms, touched her slightly swollen red lips with his fingers, and said in a low voice:
"Come in."
Uncle Dian and two servants came in carrying a tray, a cup of bird's nest porridge and a few light side dishes.
Uncle Dian gave each of them a bowl and then left.
Yuan Haolie pushed his bowl over and put a spoonful of Yao Hanbing's soup to his lips to test the temperature.
The temperature was just right, so he put it on Yao Hanbing's lips.
"I'll do it myself." She was slightly embarrassed and wanted to grab the spoon, but he stubbornly moved away and put it to her lips again.
"eat."
He said with a smile in his eyes.
Yao Hanbing was stunned for a moment, then he stopped forcing himself, opened his lips, and took half of it in his mouth.
The sweet porridge tastes very good. She has always known that the chefs in Yuan Mansion are world-class chefs. She has tasted many delicious dishes while living here.
"Is it tasty?"
He stared at her and asked, she nodded, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "I'll try too."
He took the remaining spoonful of bird's nest porridge into her mouth, and Yao Hanbing's face turned red.
He wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth with a kerchief, and she saw tenderness in his eyes for the first time. She suddenly saw Xuan Xianchen in front of her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
He caressed her pretty cheeks as red as peonies with his slender fingers and said softly.
"No, it's nothing."
She shook her head gently. The difference between him and Xuan Xianchen was that he didn't know how to treat women sincerely. Perhaps it was because the women around him came so easily, and they came quickly, flocking to them like vultures. He never paid attention to women.
.
As a result, he has an innate sense of superiority, a born king, and never cares about anyone or anything, including women.
"This is the first time I have done this. You are right, I don't care about women, so you never look at me."
His slender fingertips caressed her delicate and tender cheeks, her beautiful lip shape, and her red lips, making him taste intoxicated every time.
"I like you and I care about you, can you like me too?"
Yao Hanbing was shocked and looked at him blankly.
"Will it?"
He stared at her with intense eyes.
"I……"
She felt suffocated, and he inserted his fingertips into her soft red lips.
"Hmm..." An unbearable moan escaped from his throat, and his evil pupils shone even brighter.
He domineeringly devoured the sweetness of her mouth, lowering his head to suck in the sweetness that belonged to her.
She frowned, and he seemed to have accumulated all the worries of the day, turning into passionate kiss marks, imprinted on every place on her lips. He sucked her lips, every inch and every bit, and he licked her lips carefully.
The tender meat reaches the corners of the lips.
Her stubborn white teeth were pushed away by him, attacking the city in her mouth.
She was so limp that she collapsed in his arms because she was sitting on his lap and her hands were still holding on to his shoulders.
"I don't like what you have to say. Instead, you should act more honestly."
He stared at her with evil black eyes and a burning smile. He sucked her small nose and picked her up.
He strode into the bedroom, gently placed her on the comfortable bed in front of the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
"You must be very tired today and need to rest now. See you tomorrow. Good night."
He planted a kiss on her smooth forehead, then turned and left the bedroom.