Ye Jintong had already stepped out of the bathroom door with one foot, but turned his head in front of the huge mirror and looked at it again.
She is lightly applying pink and white, her eyebrows are picturesque, her silk-like curly hair is lingering on her shoulders, her eyes are full of water, and the deep ravine on her chest is looming, wrapped in the ice silkworm nightgown she brought specially.
She would not wear the bathrobe prepared by the hotel. No matter how high-end it was, it would not be as good as the one she prepared herself. She would be half exposed when she should be covered, and half hidden when she should be exposed. Past experience told her that there are two types of men, one is the other.
Vulgarity directly jumps into the theme, a kind of elegance, and likes grinding.
Ling Yansen is undoubtedly the third type. An inscrutable observer, similar to God.
The women who have been with him say that being in bed with him is almost an academic discussion, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as a gluttonous feast. Invitation and sex, entanglement and affection, under his control and guidance
, the steps are never chaotic, you can not only feel ecstatic, but also enjoy an ultimate experience that you have never had before.
As long as the women who have slept with him, there is no one who has not been impressed by his gentleness and devilish charm when he occasionally walks. He has such ability, no matter how traditional or reserved a woman is, as long as she lies under him, she will definitely
He will try his best to do something coquettish, he will hook his fingers and give it a try, and they will fall in love with him irresistibly.
Every time Ye Jintong heard this, his lower body became flooded, and his interest in this man, Ling Yansen, grew day by day.
In the bathroom that came out, in the luxurious and huge bedroom, the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window was wide open, a dim chandelier was lit on the terrace, and a tall and straight body was reclining in the lounge chair.
Her bare feet made no sound as the soles of her feet brushed against the carpet in Milan, Italy.
When his chest was touched by the woman's thin white hands, Ling Yansen frowned intuitively.
After calling Mrs. Wu, I felt a little relieved and sunk my heavy body into the recliner.
The presidential suite has everything you need, including a huge hanging TV screen and a brand-new computer. He has no interest in touching them. The person in charge of the Hilton Hotel somehow found out that he occasionally has a hobby of listening to classical music, so he stayed here.
During this period, the presidential suite he had booked for a long time was equipped with an antique gramophone and many collector's edition records collected from all over the world.
Ling Yansen sneered, the person in charge was very ingenious, but he forgot that the Hilton Hotel's Western-style luxurious decoration style did not match the old-style gramophone records.
He is an extremely picky person who doesn't want to make do with things, and he doesn't like to make do with things. Therefore, even if he wants to listen to music to relieve his mood, he is not interested in it because of the weird style.
On the chest, the warmth and softness from the woman behind him were like a cunning little snake, moving and rubbing.
But Ling Yansen's face became more and more serious, and he didn't even have the slightest sense of fantasy. He pinched the soft white hand and lowered it into the air. As soon as he put his index finger and thumb, the thin white hand dropped down.
Feeling the soft chest squeezing against his neck, Ling Yansen curled his lips and smiled lazily, "No one told you that Ling Yansen hates women wearing gaudy perfumes and powders approaching him? Miss Ye, you
She’s just the kind of woman who pretends to be smart but is actually superficial.”
The breath behind her was stagnant, and Ye Jintong clenched her hands, but soon she started to giggle, "No one has ever told me that Mr. Ling, you are an elegant gentleman with such exquisite taste, I don't think you have anything to do with other men.
The difference is that the little girl made a mistake."
"Oh? Then I will wait for you for another ten minutes. I hope you will come out to me face to face." Ling Yansen was surprised by the exquisite appearance of the woman behind him. This was 50% or 60% similar to the woman in his memory, and he was slightly interested.
, he took the goblet on the table into his hand again.
Ye Jintong had a sullen face and trotted into the bathroom. She had underestimated this man's uncertainty. She quickly opened the shower head and stood in regardless of whether the water was hot or not.
She thought that even though his thoughts were unpredictable, he was better than those disgusting men who knew nothing about things in bed but rushed to the topic and went straight to the topic. Thinking about this, she looked forward to what was going to happen next.
But she was still wrong.
Ling Yansen, don't use conventional laws to analyze him, let alone use unconventional deviations to speculate on him. No one will ever know what kind of actions he will make at the next moment.
Therefore, when Ye Jintong came out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom again, Ling Yansen had already taken a quick shower in the other bathroom. His nightgown was open, and his delicate and sturdy chest reflected the unruly wheat-colored light, making Ye Jintong blush.
But Ling Yansen just turned around and said calmly, "Lie on the left side, facing the door."
Ye Jintong was a little puzzled. When he got into bed, he started to untie the belt of his pajamas. Ling Yansen's face darkened and he asked in a very poor manner, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"..."
Is Ye Jintong's mind full of confusion, how can she do it without taking off her clothes, or is this man just like to wear half clothes and half face, half hidden and half shy? Fortunately, she has the foresight to not wear any underwear.
Seeing that the woman was lying down, Ling Yansen also lay down, and he persistently visually inspected the area. He lay down on the right side, turned off the bedside lamp, turned over, put his hands on the woman's waist, and pressed his lower abdomen against her pert buttocks.
, sighing comfortably.
Then, with his heart full of longing, Ye Jintong waited for nothing except his breathing that became more and more steady.
She was confused, twisting her body, trying to turn around to see if he had fallen asleep. She just twisted her waist a little, and the big knuckles on her waist pressed slightly, and she felt like a fish was being held tightly, and she couldn't move again.
Not a cent.
In my ears, there was a man's extremely lazy but affectionate low murmur, "...Ah Wu, be honest..."
It took Ye Jintong a long time to figure it out, thinking that this moaning voice of Ah Wu evoked the shadowy and complex emotions of the indifferent man next to her. She must be the woman hidden in his heart, so he could unconsciously talk about it in his sleep.
Ye Jintong didn't want to admit it, but the unsatisfied shortcomings below were gradually shrinking, and what was expanding was the inexplicable sour taste in her heart. She thought, it was probably over, she fell into the hands of this man, and he obviously didn't touch her.
one time.
******
When Lin Wencai called, Ling Yansen was drifting in his dream. The annoying ringtone of his cell phone made a loud noise, and Ah Wu's sweetly smiling figure in the dream suddenly left him.
He was so angry that he turned over and sat up from the bed. The sheets beside him had dents, but they had already become cold.
Looking at the room full of strangers, I thought for a long time before remembering that he had stayed here with the mayor's daughter last night in a daze.