Chapter 78: Say what you want! I can satisfy you 2
"No...I mean..." Yu Nianen couldn't say any more and bit her lip.
How should I say this? It feels like whatever she says is just her fault.
So, she curled her lips, turned her back to him, and said nothing.
Rong Beiming laughed softly, hugged her waist, and rested his head on her neck. Because he was laughing, the hot breath from his mouth tickled her.
"Is it that funny?" She still wanted to hide, but he hugged her tightly and held her tightly.
"Are you angry? Really? Huh?"
"What are you thinking about?" She buried her face into the pillow, and his mellow and low-pitched monotone always had a bit of a confusing flavor, "I didn't think about it, I didn't think about anything, I just didn't want to have an eighth relationship with you.
It’s just a day, do you understand?”
She argued eagerly, regardless of whether Rong Beiming would benefit from what he heard.
The man behind her didn't answer her immediately, but let his hot body temperature iron her.
Slowly, smelling the faint fragrance on her body, Rong Beiming felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster, and his big hands got into her pajamas, gently caressing her smooth skin.
His fingers touched the red berry and kneaded it gently. Under the dark night, his deep eyes were filled with deep desire.
"No..." Yu Nianen shouted softly, his face turned red, and he leaned his head on his chest, his body was soft and numb.
Her soft cry was like a dose of love poison, causing Rong Beiming to lose control in an instant.
He pulled her body over with force and pressed her firmly under him. Kisses like raindrops quickly passed over her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks and her lips.
Finally, he took off her pajamas, stopped on her beautiful curves, took the raspberry red in his mouth, and sucked gently...
"Ming... please, don't do this..." She could do it with him because it was a deal.
But she was afraid of his domineering yet gentle caress, because it would make her completely lose her mind. Gradually, her eyes became blurred, and a broken low moan came out of her mouth.
Rong Beiming almost impatiently buried himself deeply into her body.
"Be gentle, it hurts..." She frowned slightly, and dug her fingers into his shoulders. The twisting of their bodies brought fatal friction to each other.
He gasped deeply, and the weight of his whole body came down: "Don't move, let me lean on you for a while."