His big rough hands rubbed the soft and smooth snowy back, wishing that she could be integrated into his own flesh and blood.
In these years, he had never had such a strong desire for any woman. That kind of desire was unfamiliar, like a storm in the deep sea that violently swallowed up his sanity.
Could it be because he just thought of that woman?
His heart began to hurt again, and when it hurt, he became even more violent and violently ravaged the little woman in his arms who was scared to death.
After a long while, Rong Beiming reluctantly raised his head, looked at her blushing face, and said with misty eyes: "Tomorrow?"
Yu Nianen's chest rose and fell sharply. She seemed to have not heard his words and inadvertently raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Because there was a tingling pain at the corner of her lip, she thought she might have been bitten by him.
"Does it hurt you?"
She shook her head and wiped her lower lips with the back of her hand, her face turning red all the way to her ears.
This action made Rong Beiming a little angry. Did he think he was dirty?
Yes, she has a boyfriend, and she was kissed by another man. If you want to be dirty, she asked for it.
Rong Beiming's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned forward and clamped her jaw hard, squeezing it hard. Yu Nianen's breath was choked, his heart skipped a beat, and his jaw hurt so much that it felt like it was about to be crushed.
generally.
"What's there to wipe? How dirty is it? Playing innocently? Just don't sell it!" His face was gloomy, his eyes were brewing with violent rage, and his cold voice was like a sharp blade that penetrated her heart.
"I didn't, I didn't mean it." Didn't he just wipe his mouth? Yu Nianen felt the chilling aura emanating from his whole body, and his body trembled a little.
This is what she can't see in Ding Ziqian, that man is always as gentle as jade.
She felt a pain in her heart and grabbed his wrist: "You hurt me, it's because I'm dirty, okay? It's because I'm dirty!"
Until now, what right does she have to accuse others of being dirty? I am afraid that the dirtiest person is herself.
"Don't yell at me." He didn't let go, but his strength weakened a lot.
"It hurts!" She looked at him a little aggrievedly, and immediately fell into those eyes as clear as lake water. There was no ripple, smooth as a mirror, but her breath was cold and there was no warmth.
"It's good to know it hurts!" Rong Beiming's face was very close to hers, just in front of the tip of her nose. Looking at her bewildered little face, he suddenly smiled at her.