Zhong Qing also followed his example, sticking out the tip of her tongue and trying to tickle the tip of his tongue. Yi Jian's whole body trembled, and she pressed her lips against hers, shouting in a thick voice: "You little
Goblin......"
Zhong Qing closed her eyes in shame. She felt Yi Jian's kiss going lower and lower, as if it was about to burn.
She was slightly excited in her heart. The young commander was like this, which meant that he still had a fascination for her body. As long as this was the case, it meant that she had a long period of time to be careful.
Arrange all this carefully.
Yi Jian's hands had already begun to follow her cheongsam dishonestly, stroking her curves.
He pressed tightly against her body, pressing her into his arms.
Zhongqing was extra docile today, letting the man torment her like this without resisting or arguing.
Perhaps it was her obedience that made Yi Jian's thoughts burn like dry wood and could no longer be suppressed.
He stretched out his hand to unbutton her clothes.
Zhong Qing also followed Yi Jian's example, stretching out her soft, boneless hands to pick up Yi Jian's clothes. The buttons on his shirt were very small, and it was a bit difficult for her to unbutton them.
Her strength was very small, and she rubbed his skin from time to time. Yi Jian groaned, but did not stop her. Instead, she closed her eyes and allowed her to be tossed like this.
After a long while, when Yi Jian felt that her body was about to burn, she took off his clothes.
Yi Jian pressed on her.
Zhongqing trembled, opened her eyes, and realized that this was the living room, or the living room on the first floor. What if Xu Ang accidentally came in?
Suddenly, Zhong Qing whispered: "Young Marshal, let's go upstairs... and continue upstairs..."
As soon as she spoke, Yi Jian suddenly came back to his senses and realized that he had almost accidentally fired his gun. There was still a strong lust in his eyes, but he still tried hard to suppress it.
He got up, arranged his clothes slightly, only wore pants, and his upper body was naked. He wrapped her in his shirt, picked her up, and walked upstairs.
Zhongqing's hand was wrapped around his neck, her cheeks were red, and she remained silent.
He carried her directly into her bed, put her down, lifted the quilt, covered her, then took a breath, lowered his head, kissed her forehead, turned around, and walked out of the room.
