After hearing what he said, Luo Qingxue was even more moved. It seemed that the haze that had troubled her for so many days had finally dissipated, and the clear sun shone on the earth again.
Seeing that she finally showed her face, Leng Yunting felt much more comfortable. He reached out and pinched her chin with one hand: "Are you happy? You won't be angry anymore, right? You, that's true. Our Leng family
Although it is not a wealthy country, it is finally a small savings. If you are forced to sell our heirloom, there is only one possibility."
"What's the possibility?" Luo Qingxue was a little confused.
"That's right, I'm useless for your husband. I can't afford to support you, so I can only let you sell our things to live." Leng Yunting smiled.
"How could it be?" Luo Qingxue shook her head quickly. He became famous as a young man and is now the business world. Perhaps in this life, she will never meet such an outstanding man again. This man is still deeply in love with her.
"So, you, you won't suffer from the so-called 'premarital phobia', are you afraid that after getting married, you will lose your freedom, lose friends, lose everything in the past?" He knew this because of his spouse
I have complained that two people who were originally in love suffered from "premarital phobia" before getting married and were worried about gains and losses.
Has she ever been free? What friends did she have? What else could she lose?
She shook her head, then buried her head deeply in his chest.
He spoke in a muffled voice: "Yun Ting, I miss you."
"..." A simple sentence made him feel overwhelmed.
These days, he has also "missed" her so much! Every time he sees her intimately kissing her mother, he always feels like he is separated from him, which makes him feel uncomfortable!
However, before he could move, he saw her withdraw from his arms and stand up.
Leng Yunting was about to get mad by her again. What is this for? Shouldn’t he fall into his arms and then come naturally?
In confusion, she only saw her squatting down, her long black hair was dispersed. She didn't say a word, but slowly opened the belt buckle on his suit pants.
"Click—hiss—"
Then, there was another sound of pulling down the zipper.
Leng Yunting couldn't help but feel a little confused, until she took off her love pants layer by layer and only had the last layer of underwear left.
"Let's go to bed, let's go?" Before he finished speaking, his pants had been torn off by her, and they were exposed to the air in a chill.
Afterwards, Luo Qingxue faced him, knelt down, and buried her elegant face in his crotch...
"oh---"
He was going crazy, and never expected that she would do such a thing to herself!
He is not a person who loves to play. Although he has been constantly having women around him before, his purpose is just to solve his physiological needs. He chose places where he had never had close contact before. He is actually more conservative. He is following Luo.
After the snow cleared, both of them were considered beds and sports enthusiasts. She also learned ballet and martial arts, and her body was very flexible. Often, both parties felt very satisfied with the interaction between the two.
However, she has never helped herself... like this.