After entering the elevator, Rong Beiming was still in a irritable mood. Images that had been suppressed in his heart for many years would always resurface because of the woman next to him. It made him so upset that he went crazy and wanted to kill someone.
As soon as he entered the room, he hooked the door with his foot, dragged her into his arms, turned around and pressed her soft body against the door panel.
As soon as Yu Nianen looked up, she saw his cold handsome face, her body was pressed tightly by him, and she was a little breathless.
"Are you scared?" Rong Beiming gently slid his fingertips over her delicate lips, his eyes dark.
"Can... can you go to bed?" Is this about to start? Even though she was scared, she tried her best to calm down so as not to be laughed at by him.
He burst out laughing, and suddenly he felt much better. This woman was really interesting. He lowered his head suddenly and kissed her lips fiercely.
"Not here." She dodged and pushed his shoulder.
But he seemed to have gained strength and held her face with his palms, not allowing her to dodge. His thin lips seemed to be a form of punishment, biting her painfully.
She was forced to bear it and did not dare to cry out in pain. Gradually, her back was pressed against the door panel, and her legs were trembling weakly.
His hands lifted up the skirt of her skirt and slowly moved up her slender legs. Her skin was very smooth and delicate, and he couldn't put it down because of its silky touch.
Yu Nianen's whole body felt as if it was on fire, and it was so hot that she felt uncomfortable. She almost used all her strength to push him away.
Her breathing was rapid, her hair was messy, and the shoulder straps of her dress were torn off by him, and they slipped off awkwardly, revealing her white lace.
"What? Do you like to play innocently?" As soon as his slightly hoarse magnetic voice fell, before she could react, her slender arm was grasped by a big hand, and her petite body hit his hard chest.
She frowned and took a breath. Was his flesh made of stone? It hurt her a little from the impact!
"Hiss..."
The sound of clothing tearing echoed in the air with his vigorous movements.
Then came his even colder and crueler voice: "I spent money, so you have to make me happy. How can you make a man happy? You are familiar with it?"
After he finished speaking, he picked her up, entered the bedroom and threw her hard on the bed. Her body rose and fell with the elasticity of the bed.
Rong Beiming looked at the white, well-proportioned body with disdain, took off his clothes, and pressed his tall and fit body heavily on it.