She gasped in a low voice, her voice broken in her throat, her mouth was so dry that it was like waking up from a dream.
He raised his hands with difficulty, only to realize that his whole body didn't feel like his own. He reluctantly twisted and straightened his body, but little did he know that such graceful curves and emotional postures brought him closer to enjoy.
The combination of the two into one and her active catering made Chang Mian become more animalistic...
He grabbed her waist and rushed against her, and moved his lips to hers from elsewhere again, trying to moisten each other with moisture and foam to relieve the dryness of her throat.
The moment he climbed to the top, his body felt a sense of satisfaction that was beyond words.
Is this what Buddhism calls mustard seed sumeru, which lasts for an instant and lasts forever?
Chang Mian didn't know how long a moment lasted, nor how long eternity was. He used to always silently say in his heart that he would love her forever, but when they met again and had her by his side again, he truly realized that he could last a lifetime.
It's just this moment, but that moment can also reach eternity.
There are too many uncertain factors in his life. From now on, he just wants to cherish every minute and every second of having her, and let every minute and every second of true possession fill all the emptiness and vulnerability in his heart.
A hand was pulled around the chest, and Chang Chang was forced to tilt her head back. Her long hair was wet and stuck to her back, and draped messily on her shoulders. The white body and black hair were dotted with red hickeys.
Her whole body showed an extremely enchanting look under the soft bathroom light.
Chang Mian almost became erect immediately after being released, and even his tone was full of itching hatred: "You monster! I must die under you tonight!"
But if you die under the peonies, being a ghost is also romantic, isn't it?
He had not been a womanizer for two whole years. How much inventory and ammunition were rotting in the "warehouse". Chang Mian stepped out of the bathtub, eagerly wrapped the two of them in a bath towel, and carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom.
His inexhaustible physical strength and unwillingness to stop allowed him to ride on her all night long. When the sky dawned, he could no longer remember how many times it was that he had released. He felt so thoroughly satisfied that he collapsed on her body from exhaustion.
He held her tightly in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Suddenly I heard the door creaking.
Chang Mian's eyes, which were too tired to open, narrowed dangerously, and he aimed at the door with murderous intent, targeting anyone who dared to disturb them at this time, but his swollen eyes were fixating on that villain.
For a moment, his eyes widened.
Little Cheche didn't understand the beauty of the room. He suddenly caught a glimpse of his mother's bruised skin. Thinking of what his mother said yesterday, his father would beat his mother to death when he was angry. He suddenly raised his heart and rushed over.
I want to burn it with Chang Mian jade.
He was already holding back his anger because his father didn't show up yesterday. When he went to his mother's room early in the morning, he saw a man beating his mother like this. And that man was a bad father who didn't care much about their mother and son. He was filled with anger.
The sorrow and indignation rolled out. The more eager I became, the more disappointed I became, and the more disappointed I became, the angrier I became.
"You hit your mother, you hit your mother, I will fight with you, fight with you..."
Little Cheche didn't even take off her shoes. She climbed onto the bed with her small body, aimed at Chang Mian's muscles, and bit down hard and hard...