She was really angry, so she spoke indiscriminately
Her words successfully angered someone. His tall body imprisoned her between him and the seat. Ling Ye narrowed his eyes and pinched her chin mercilessly.
As he continued, his head was dizzy, and without much thought, he blocked her curse with action.
Kisses, falling overwhelmingly
He sucked the sweet juice in her mouth vigorously, his lips and teeth intertwined, without any tenderness. Meng Xinran's eyes widened, looking at his thin eyelashes and sweat beads on his forehead, damn, this man is simply
A beast, its hard teeth bit her lips ferociously, and the rich smell of blood filled their lips. Its wild tongue was like a tornado, roughly sweeping through every corner of her mouth, like punishment, he
Her body was very hot, like a hot fireball, which gradually brought back her sense that was almost lost.
"Uuwu... let me go..." Teeth grinding together, Meng Xinran was breathless from the kiss. His domineering and fierce movements were like a cheetah chasing its prey, wanting to swallow her into his belly, with his big palms
He rubbed the roundness of her chest mercilessly, showing various shapes that made people blush and heartbeat. His index fingers teased the raised red beans, and his slender legs spread her body.
Her round eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness. When she looked into those eyes as deep as ancient wells, there were little frightening traces of light. This feeling brought her back to that night five years ago in a trance. He was like
A Satan who controls everything, hell and heaven, all depends on his thoughts
The cold lips retreated, fingers twirling the blood stains on his lips, Ling Ye sneered, looking at the painful woman under him, his eyes were cold, and suddenly he thought that Cheng Huan must have a different charming expression when she was under another man,
With anger burning in his heart, he put one arm on the left side of her head, leaned over to touch her forehead, and the other hand unscrupulously reached into her lower abdomen.
The scalding temperature startled Meng Xinran, her shoulders trembled, she looked at the man's furious face, and whispered: "Ling...Ling Ye, you seem to have a fever."
The cold sweat on the tip of his nose rolled down and fell on her dry lips. It was as crystal clear as the dewdrops on the branches and leaves in the morning. The burning breath made people feel frightened. Her words of concern made him tired.
"You don't have to act pretentiously, woman, you'd better not act in front of me, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."
The air, breath is turbid, everything is in chaos
Meng Xinran gritted her teeth and stared back at him unwillingly: "Ling Ye, why do you do this to me? Why do you force others to do things they don't want to do? Do you really think you are a god respected by everyone? Your power is overwhelming.
So what, in my eyes, you are just a lonely wretch."
It was okay that she didn't speak, but as soon as she spoke, he was completely angered. Every word was like a silver needle, piercing his heart suddenly.
This has been the case since childhood, no one has ever truly loved him
That night, she said happy birthday to him, and a trace of warmth suddenly flashed through his cold heart. After living for so many years, except for his aunt who left the family many years ago, she was the only one who knew his true birthday and sent her blessings.
But I didn't expect...
She said he was a wretch?
The ambiguity in Ling Ye's eyes flashed away, and his big palm gradually closed into a fist...