Bai Yawei wanted to sit up, and instinctively used her hands to spread the man's body, and what she started with was the strong and muscular chest.
He...had no clothes on...
Bai Yawei tried to retract her hand, but unexpectedly her wrist was held by a pair of iron-like hands, and then she felt the body of the person under her rotate, making their bodies stand upright so that they would not fall off the bed.
Already.
"You...who are you?" Bai Yawei mustered up the courage to ask the questions in her heart.
"Ah -" she was answered by someone turning her whole body upside down and pressing her down. Her wrist was still held by that person and she couldn't touch his arm. She really wanted to touch his arm again, even last night.
In that case, there may be an illusion. Touching Leng Mohan's arm just now can't be an illusion, right?
Then the two wrists were brought together, and a big hand controlled her two slender wrists, unable to move. She still doesn't know who is on her body. Maybe, today is the third night, and it has changed again.
Maybe the third person.
The feeling of being insulted almost swallowed Bai Yawei up. Instinctively, she kicked her long legs on the waist of the man on top of her.
"Ouch..." Leng Ran made a vague sound in pain, and the anger in her heart suddenly intensified. She actually dared to kick me? If Xiao Sheng pressed on her, would she accept it happily?
"Let me go! Bastard!" Bai Yawei was anxious and shouted loudly. The endless darkness made her panic, but the man whose face she couldn't see clearly frightened her even more!
But her resistance did not stop Leng Ran's movements, but instead aroused his strong possessive desire.
Feeling the changes in the man on her body, Bai Yawei became more and more panicked, her whole heart was occupied by panic and fear, her body continued to struggle, and at the same time she couldn't help crying: "Let me go... don't do this... don't...
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When he thought of the scene where she and Xiao Sheng were kissing, nameless rage burned Leng Ran's heart and body, mixed with lust, which made him unable to stop.
Tears of humiliation poured out, but they could not stop the man's violent possession. Leng Ran seemed to want to vent all his anger in this way, cruel and rough.
Like the previous two nights, Leng Ran asked again and again. Bai Yawei's body seemed to have magic power, making it impossible for him to stop until he was exhausted.
What made him unable to stop the most was her struggle and resistance. The more she wanted to resist, the more he wanted to possess her and her absolute and complete surrender.
At that last moment, Bai Yawei, who had been crying silently, suddenly turned her head and bit Leng Ran's wrist hard.
"Damn it!" Leng Ran couldn't help but cursed in pain, and it was difficult to cover the wrists in the summer. In this way, she would easily find out that the person who had been possessing her was actually him.