"Have you seen enough?" At the same time as the hoarse and evil voice sounded, she was pulled into his arms.
"You're not asleep? You're scared to death!" Putting his hands on his strong chest, Yu Nianen pushed him away and sat upright. Because of the fright, his breathing was a little rapid and his voice was a little loud.
Rong Beiming smiled softly, with a doting look on his handsome face. He took her hand, squeezed it and asked softly: "How dare you? Are you scared?"
She glared at him, pulled the thin quilt around her body, and left the big bed under his gentle and smiling eyes.
"Nian En, don't you care about me?" Really, he still ignored me.
After saying that, he stood up and followed her into the bathroom.
Without shame, Yu Nianen stood in front of the dressing table and looked at his tall and muscular body in the mirror. His eyes flickered, and suddenly he lowered his eyes unnaturally.
She slowly picked up the toothbrush, her face slightly red: "Can you... go out first?"
"What? What haven't you seen in the past two nights of our candid intimacy? What's there to be ashamed of? My figure is not bad!" He pressed his body tightly behind her and bowed his head in her ear.
Whisper.
At the end of the sentence, an evil smile flashed through his beautiful and narrow phoenix eyes, and his wet tongue gently licked her white and sensitive auricle.
Her body trembled suddenly, and the toothbrush in her hand fell into the sink.
"You've become sensitive, huh?" He reached out and picked up her toothbrush, rinsed it with water, and threw it into the cup.
His strong arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly, burying his face in her white neck and breathing in the gentle fragrance exuding from her body.
"Don't be like this, okay?" She really couldn't stand it, it was like this so early in the morning. What embarrassed her the most was that she actually reacted to his touch.
Her face became redder and redder, and her mood was filled with annoyance: "Let me go!"
"Are you angry?" His evil eyes looked steadily into her watery eyes through the mirror in front of him, "Didn't you say you want to satisfy me? That's it?" Suddenly, his big palm struck.
Her chest was gently rubbed through the thin quilt.
"Rong Beiming, are you finished? I just said, you feel like you have been beaten with chicken blood. Is it interesting? You are teasing me like this?" Although her fair little face was cold, she was shaking slightly.