Yu Nianen's body hit the thick glass hard, and her forehead was hit. The pain made her grit her teeth. It's not that she didn't know this man's temper, but she would feel uncomfortable whenever Ding Ziqian was mentioned.
From the day she agreed to betray herself, she had already desecrated love. Ding Ziqian was hidden deep in her heart. For her, it was the most sacred and inviolable place.
Rong Beiming insulted Ding Ziqian's works so much, it was like he was tearing her heart alive, it hurt so much that she just wanted to resist.
"Are you afraid?" Rong Beiming saw that she was leaning against the glass and no longer resisted. His eyes softened. He took off his clothes and turned on the water pipe, "Then don't think about other men, huh?"
After the warm water washed down, he stepped forward and took off all her clothes, and slowly asked in that unique lazy tone: "Don't you have to beg for mercy every time? How come you still have the energy to dance today?"
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He hugged her, kissed the corner of her lips, and then stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
Yu Nianen held back her tears and replied in a low voice: "I am practicing basic skills. You look like you are dancing. In fact, it is not a dance. It is just some movements needed to practice dance skills."
"Really?" The warm water fell on their skin, and the temperature in the bathroom gradually increased. His big palms kneaded her beautiful waistline, "You lie to ghosts! Practice? Why don't you practice with me?
ah?"
He lowered his head and gnawed at her smooth skin, making the berries red. Finally, he bit her white and silky earlobe and took it into his mouth.
Yu Nianen's chest rose and fell sharply. After so many days, Rong Beiming had already used his skillful skills to ruthlessly bring out the primitive desires hidden in her body.
Feeling her change, he raised his head slightly and looked at her soft shoulders, beautiful collarbones, and well-developed breasts.
The skin is snow-white and tender, with a light pink color, and the slender waist is as soft as wicker...
"Nian En, you are so beautiful!" He said, breathing a little faster, and pressed her back firmly against the glass, "You like it when I do this to you, don't you?"
No, she didn't like it. How could she like to do it with a man who had no feelings? She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
"Look at me," Rong Beiming lifted her body slightly, "If you don't want to fall, just hold me."