Gu Nianchen shrugged his shoulders and listened to these women talking and laughing for several hours. His head felt a little swollen. He rubbed his brows and said lightly: "A woman doesn't need so many skills, An An
Living life separately is the right way.”
Absurd nonsense, Cen Zhiqiao immediately screamed: "Gu Nianchen, you really come from a primitive society, right? Now in the 21st century, men and women are equal, why can't women have their own ideals and have their careers at home?
Giving birth to a child? I think you are just a male chauvinist."
Cen Zhiqiao stood in front of him with his waist pinched. Gu Nianchen looked at the indignant girl, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious: "So what about male chauvinism? What's wrong with me caring about my own woman?"
My own woman?
Cen Zhiqiao's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. He thought about these five words carefully, and suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Your woman? Hahaha--"
"Then my man, can you please help me? Sister Zuo Wei invites us to her party. Do you think I should dress more formally or more casually?" Cen Zhiqiao was in a good mood.
and leaned towards him.
It was almost touching his face. It was so close. Cen Zhiqiao lowered his head, and when Gu Nianchen lowered his eyes, he could see her snow-white back neck, soft skin, velvety hair, and a faint fragrance on her body.
…
"Boom--" Gu Nianchen could clearly hear his rapid breathing and disordered heartbeat. Her face was right in front of him, only three to two centimeters away. He endured it, but finally couldn't.
As soon as he reached out his hand, he took her whole body into his arms and kissed her.
Originally he just wanted to have a brief taste, but her lips were very hot and moist. The slightest touch was like a world of ice and fire. He suddenly increased the strength on his hands, biting her pink lips lightly, and took advantage of it.
When she was distracted, the spiritual tongue had already opened the gap between her teeth and penetrated straight in.
"Ah!" Cen Zhiqiao exclaimed subconsciously, and like a frightened deer, he pushed Gu Nianchen's arms away. With his warmth still on his lips, Cen Zhiqiao immediately blushed.
"Gu Nianchen, what are you doing!"
The warmth on her lips suddenly disappeared, and Gu Nianchen's evil eyes slowly darkened. He stared at her red lips and smiled sweetly: "Didn't you feel it clearly just now? Do you want to do it again?"