His voice was hoarse and urgent, which made people feel very comfortable.
Jiang Heechul pressed on the bed instead, biting her lips unscrupulously, holding down her irregular hands with one hand, and untied her black evening dress with the other hand.
"No!" Leng Xi struggled hard, "Che... no! Wait... what are you doing..."
"I want..." Jiang Xiche said hoarsely, his eyes full of lust. His hands had already reached into her underwear, slowly ravaging her plumpness...
"No, no!" Leng Xi kept shaking his head, tears kept flowing...
"Play hard to get? You don't want to be my woman anymore? You - Lengxi, didn't you say you like me in front of so many people? Would you die without me? This is what you call... like? Even
-Can’t you even go to bed?" Jiang Heche sneered, and left her body the next second, lit a cigarette in a low voice, held it with his slender fingers, a very familiar movement, and then put it in his mouth,
He is a smoker who is used to smoking. He does not look like a man who smokes for the first time. He can be said to be a veteran.
"Pah..." A slap hit Jiang Heechul's right cheek hard, and the scratch marks of his bare fingers were very clear.
Jiang Heechul stared at her expressionlessly, feeling numb and slightly painful when his cold little hand hit his face.
"I'm sorry..." Leng Xi apologized a little regretfully after hitting him.