The tip of his flexible tongue scratched the roof of her mouth, and the dense feeling made Wen Tong slump in his arms like water.
Like a beast that had been activated, he roughly pressed her down on the sofa.
The crystal chandelier in the living room was bright and dazzling. Under the dizzying light, on the soft sofa, his strength oppressed her weakness, almost swallowing her into his belly.
The temperature gradually increased, and he no longer cared to explore his fingers into the thin layer of underwear.
"Beichen Xiao, you can't." Wen Tong blushed, her heart pounded, and she was panting, but she didn't forget to stop her. Her aunt was still visiting.
Bei Chenxiao paused, sat up in frustration, and took her into his arms.
"You women are really troublesome." He picked up the red wine and used the alcohol to quench the fire of desire.
His chest was broad and solid, and Wen Tong nestled there, obsessively enjoying the firm sense of security he brought her.
There was a faint scent of mint on his body, and she was intoxicated by it, unable to extricate herself. It was as if all her inferiority and anger had turned into the rain outside at this moment. When the sun rose, they would turn into clouds and smoke, leaving no trace.
"I'm hungry, make me something to eat." Beichen Xiao pushed Wen Tong's soft body.
Her current dependent posture made him reluctant to leave her, and the fragrance of her body tempted his senses.
He was afraid that if he continued to hold her like this, he would do even more beastly things.
"Yeah." Just as Wen Tong stood up, Bei Chenxiao suddenly picked her up and walked straight to the bathroom.
"Aren't you hungry?" Wen Tong looked around in panic, fearing that the servants would see this intimate gesture.
He didn't say anything, turned around and closed the door.
Wen Tong didn't know what he wanted to do until his slender fingers came over and skillfully unbuttoned her clothes.
"Don't.."
Wen Tong held his hand, with a hint of prayer in her eyes.
He seemed not to hear, and continued his actions stubbornly and domineeringly.
Wen Tong bit her lip and remained silent. The warmth she had just felt suddenly froze into frost, making her heart feel cold little by little.
She is just the lover he bought with money. He can do it anytime and anywhere he wants, regardless of whether she wants it or not, regardless of whether her body can bear it.
This is the difference between her and Xia Shulei. Behind those fake tenderness, she is just a thing. She can also feel pain, injury, and sadness. How could he care about it?
Wen Tong lowered his hands in frustration and stopped trying to stop it.
He stripped her naked three times...
The girl's transparent tenderness is exposed to the air without any concealment, like a white flower that has not yet bloomed, trembling delicately.
Wen Tong closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, waiting for his violent storm.
Surprisingly, he did not move his hands on her, but adjusted the water temperature in the shower to a suitable temperature, and started to moisturize her hair carefully and slowly.
Wen Tong opened her eyes in disbelief and looked at him in confusion.
In the gradually rising mist, his expression was somewhat serious, without any color of lust. The only thing he focused on was the soft little body under his hands. His long fingers carried a temperature that was higher than the temperature of the water.
The temperature, with the trickling water, slid like a feather over her shoulders, chest, slender waist, and all the way to the privacy below. The only thing avoided was the wound on her back.
Wen Tong covered her mouth with one hand as she was about to scream.
He... was he bathing himself? Because he was so miserable from the rain, he used hot water to wash her clean and warm.