Cheng Haohan glanced down evilly and raised a naughty smile, "It's yours now. As long as you have it, you can quickly put out the fire, so why are you so tired?"
Xia Ziyan's hands were trembling, and her mind was going through an important struggle. Suddenly she clenched her fists and scratched his skin with her nails. She opened her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. She was once again overwhelmed by the vastness, directly next to him.
His protrusion rubbed, but refused to go in, and the frequency of friction became faster and faster.
The shouts and breathing became more rapid.
Xiang Shangtian once again increased the volume of the TV as he listened to the increasingly louder shouts.
But he couldn't watch the TV at all. All he could see was his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Suddenly, he dropped the remote control in his hand with great force. The remote control hit the TV cabinet and bounced to the ground.
Xiang Shangtian stood up coldly, opened the door, came to the door of Xia Ziyan's room, and hammered the door vigorously.
Xia Ziyan couldn't hear it, she could only feel her body's desire. Under the rapid movement, the heat seemed to escape from her body. As her climax came, her head quickly cooled down.
Xia Ziyan lay tiredly on Cheng Haohan's body, panting feebly.
Her body was satisfied, the medicinal properties were dissipated, and her mind was empty.
Listening to the sound of hard hammering outside, Xia Ziyan regained her consciousness. She leaned on Cheng Haohan's chest, trembling with coldness.
"What does Brother Cheng want?" she asked calmly, her eyes empty.
Cheng Haohan raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the ceiling mischievously, "I like the way you looked just now. You were enthusiastic and intoxicated. You released your body's instinct. Only women like that attract men. Your coldness can only make the man you want to seduce pass away.
You are thousands of miles away."
Xia Ziyan's eyes were red and she looked at Cheng Haohan with disdain, "Then I want to thank you for allowing me to be so shameless."
"I'm helping you." Cheng Haohan said matter-of-factly.
"Help me? Is it your help to make me fall? Does it feel good to watch me indulge you like this?" Xia Ziyan thought of the time at the costume party, and this time today, the sound of hammering on the door outside made her lose her mind.
Cheng Haohan's eyes turned cold, but there was still a smile on his face. He pulled Xia Ziyan's hair. Xia Ziyan raised her head in pain and asked him to stand up. Cheng Haohan changed from lying down to looking down at her. Xia Ziyan looked at Cheng stubbornly.
The vast sneer face.
"The reason why I help you is because I think this game is interesting. You can't even do this, so why should I help you?" Cheng Haohan said with a smile. Every time he smiled, it was scarier than not laughing at all.
"Ah!" He pulled her hair down again, which was punishment for her still being stubborn.
Xia Ziyan gritted her teeth, her eyes still stubborn, not begging for mercy, because she knew it was useless to beg for mercy, and the pain in her scalp made her body, which had lost its temperature, become even colder.
"Then is Brother Cheng interested in playing more interesting games?"