Qiongying looked away: "Kiss me again. I want to kiss you all day long, so you can't think of anything else meaningful to do."
He gently pinched her chin and pulled her face back: "The biggest sign of a man's love for a woman is that he longs for this woman's body all the time. If you don't let me bite you, why don't you let me bite someone else?"
"
"Didn't you say this is a family inheritance? Why did you fall in love again?"
"It's a love inherited from the family." He didn't let go and continued to kiss her. She pushed him away, and he almost went crazy: "I wanted to reject her, but I accepted her, so hurry up and kiss me back, or I'll get angry."
"Born to be born... uh... uh..." Damn it, does he know how to fall in love, or is he really stupid and doesn't understand anything? Chang Che was furious.
How could I not understand, how could I say that I liked myself back then?
Don't talk about pure love with him, he only loves lip love.
Qiong Ying was so kissed that he couldn't lift her up, so she pushed him with her hands. Chang Che felt unhappy and directly pulled up the clothes she was wearing. In vain, he had no scruples and let her go.
Lying on the sofa, their breathing gradually became heavier, and his hands and feet were not honest. Qiongying hummed and stopped resisting. She only whispered in a low voice: "I don't know if you love me or kiss me...
"
I don't know if other girls would have this kind of suspicion. She sometimes wonders whether he likes her or dislikes her.
As I think about it, I feel less confident.
I feel that men are just a thing about the lower body...and then I feel miserable alone.
The two were entangled tightly, and suddenly, his hot palm stopped, and his deep voice came to his ears.
"Has the tattoo on your back been washed off?"
She didn't answer.
The next second, he turned over. He held his cell phone and shined its weak light on it. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "After class tomorrow, I will personally find someone to wash it for you."
She panicked: "No."
"You have to have it even if you don't want it."
Uh-huh, Qiongying shrank in fright: "It hurts so much to wash the tattoo."
"It didn't hurt at all."
Qiongying gritted her teeth and said nothing, deciding not to adopt his opinion. Little did she know that when she returned home the next day, the person who cleaned her tattoos was sitting at home waiting for her. She was so frightened that she ran away in a panic. After running a few steps, she was raped by Chang Che.
Hug me, hug me back hard.
She kicked and screamed: "I don't want to wash, I don't want to wash, I just don't need to wash, Che, I don't want to wash, please put me down quickly, I don't want to wash, ah, ah, I don't want to wash."
"What are you keeping for?"
He said exactly what he said, sat on the sofa, pushed her on his lap, pulled off the collar, held her tightly to prevent her from moving, and then said to others: "Wash it off."
The professional tattoo remover used laser tattoo removal. He looked at the tattoo and said based on his professional knowledge: "This tattoo needs to be cleaned approximately five times. The wrinkle interval is 50 days. The treatment cycle will last until
Wash."
Chang Che frowned, it would take so long.
The person being pressed in his arms was still screaming and kicking. He slapped her butt twice and ordered the tattoo remover: "Okay."
"Ugh, Chang Che, you bastard, I told you not to wash it, why do you make the decision for me? If you don't want to wash it, I just won't wash it. Chang Che, you bastard turtle egg or ostrich egg, I won't wash it, I won't wash it, hurry up.
Let me go!!!! If you dare to wash it off for me, I will never forgive you in this life, do you hear me?"
There was a burning tingling sensation on her back, and she screamed even more. Chang Che held her down and refused to move, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, be good."