As she spoke, she began to take off the clothes from the hangers again.
Rong Beiming stood up and stepped forward to grab her hand: "Let's go? Where? To give birth to a child for the man who can be your father?"
"I don't need you to worry about this for me."
"Want to break the jar? I don't like breaking jars."
Yu Nianen withdrew his hand and said disdainfully: "Don't you still want to give this broken pot more than ten million?"
He was a little angry after hearing this. He had never seen a woman dare to talk to him like this.
Rong Beiming raised his chin slightly, but instead of speaking, he curved the corners of his mouth into an arc.
Suddenly, strong hands held her firmly in his arms, and the unique fragrance exuding from her body suddenly hit his nostrils.
She struggled and almost fell backward into the closet. Fortunately, he was holding her in his arms, but such an ambiguous posture made her feel uncomfortable.
Unable to help but want to say something to him, she looked up and her lips accidentally brushed the corner of his mouth. He was stunned for a second, maybe shorter, and then kissed her hard.
He grabbed her red lips, biting them domineeringly and possessively, forcefully provoking the tip of her small tongue to bite lightly, ingesting her alluring sweetness.
Just by kissing her, his body began to feel hot, and he felt unspeakably unbearable. He could not help but rub her soft body with his hands.
She helplessly endured his plunder, her slender and weak body shrouded in his tall and strong figure. Thinking of Ding Ziqian, she felt extremely sad.
"I think you should be the one regretting it?" Rong Beiming raised his head and held her chin firmly.
This face is so beautiful, it's as red as a ripe cherry, and it's so juicy.
A pair of beautiful eyes are like a deep spring, very pure and very seductive. This combination makes her look more like a fairy, a very innocent kind of fairy.
No wonder he goes crazy and loses his composure. It is abnormal for a normal man to remain calm when facing a goblin.
Seeing that she was silent, Rong Beiming lowered his head and looked into those rippling eyes, and said jokingly: "Yu Nian'en, after entering this door, it's too late to regret."
Yu Nianen's chest heaved violently. This man's kisses were always so brutal and forceful, which made her a little scared.
He was like a burning flame, and she, like the lifeless moth, pounced on him after stumbling.