"No." Wen Tong's eyes widened suddenly. Although she had already strengthened her determination, in her seventeen years, she had never experienced such a shocking and almost overwhelming feeling.
Shame, fear, nervousness, confusion, many feelings merged together to form an invisible rope that tightly tightened around her neck.
He twisted her struggling arm with one hand, and sounded a warning in her ears, "If you don't want to get hurt, just be good."
Her resistance was insignificant in front of him, and she gradually turned from struggling to submitting. Her small face tilted and was buried in the soft white pillow.
At this moment, she just wanted to retain her dignity and didn't want others to see her embarrassment.
But he cruelly straightened her face so that she could look directly at him. He didn't like women hiding from him on the bed. It would only mean that they were complaining that he was not strong enough.
He elegantly tore off the shirt on his body, and his almost perfectly proportioned figure exuded a bewitching light in the moonlight. Even though he was not a pervert, seeing such a figure that would make people bleed when filming any underwear advertisement, he would still be attracted by it.
I was slightly stunned, after all, everyone appreciates beautiful things.
Before she could react, his majestic body had already pressed down, and he pinched her delicate chin with his fingers. While she was screaming, the dragon's tongue drove straight in, turning her little pussy upside down.
She almost couldn't bear it. This man had superb kissing skills. Just one kiss could make people drunk.
She couldn't explain what that feeling was. The strong masculine aura on his body almost enveloped her. She was very scared, but secretly cursed herself for being useless. She actually... didn't hate his touch like this.
You can even feel pleasure like never before.
Are you a slutty girl?
She didn't know that this was just a normal physiological reaction and had nothing to do with the education she received.
This sudden thought almost made her collapse. She had always received a conservative ideological education. Growing up, except for her younger brother Xiaole, she had never had physical contact with any man. Even when playing games in physical education class, men and women
The student wanted to hold hands to form a circle, but she just gently held the boy's sleeve.
In her mind, she adheres to the idea that men and women are not close to each other. What this man did today was completely beyond her acceptable range, but she was unable to resist.
Her two small hands were clutching the sheets underneath her body, and her white knuckles revealed her nervousness, fear, and self-loathing at this time.
Beichen Xiao's deep pupils locked onto every change of her expression. The more she struggled against Mao Dun, the more his blood surged.
Without giving her any chance to react, he stepped forward without any mercy.
"ah."
Wen Tong's shouts followed his movements slowly, and almost in an instant, tears burst into tears.
"It hurts, it hurts so much." She cried, hot and wet tears staining her wrinkled little face.
"Don't cry." His words were so ruthless and overbearing that the girl in front of him was so frightened that she immediately bit her lip and did not dare to make any more sound. Even the tears that had just rolled down her eyes were suppressed.
She had to turn her eyes red and bite the back of her hand.
Endure it, endure it, for the sake of happiness.
But she had endured it for an hour, and the man inside her was still working tirelessly.
After an unknown amount of time, like a century, she finally fainted under his strong and wild attack. He slowly straightened his lean waist and pulled away.
The girl with long and messy hair was curled up there, her snow-white body exposed without any cover. She had just experienced the baptism of passion, and her body was still glowing with a faint blush. Her pretty face was half exposed and half covered, and her long hair was
Eyelashes tremble slightly, red lips are attractive,
Beichen Xiao's desire that had just receded seemed to be ignited again. He pulled a corner of the silk quilt to cover this demonic and young body.
After a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.
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The biological clock in Wen Tong's body always stayed at five o'clock in the morning, because at this time, she had to go to her parents' bean curd store to load up a small box of bean curd, and then ride a bicycle to deliver it door to door.
But today, when she opened her eyes, it was already six o'clock, and the sun had just risen, hanging warm in the sky.
A lot of things suddenly came to mind. Last night, she didn't go home, and Xiao Le would have been waiting for her all night; if she didn't go to the bar where she worked, the manager would definitely scold her to death; and, what happened to her in the morning?
I didn’t go to deliver bean curds.
I scratched my hair and reached for my phone on the pillow.
As soon as she moved, she remembered that this was not her home, this was a hotel.
At the same time, she dullly felt something strange in her body, as if someone had hollowed it out from the middle, leaving only an empty body.
The memories of last night were like a dam that had opened its floodgates, suddenly flooding back. She spent a long time sorting and digesting them.
She sold herself to a strange man in exchange for the fact that he would cure Xiao Le's illness.