After all, the most direct way to capture a man is in this situation.
But she was not that kind of woman. Reason told her that she was not mentally prepared for such a scene. Unexpectedly, the hot palms quietly covered her round parts, and she gently teased the pink with her fingertips.
It was as if an electric current had hit her, and she couldn't help but tremble all over.
An inaudible **** sound surged in her throat that even she couldn't detect.
A look of satisfaction appeared in Nangongze's black eyes, and the kiss became more and more enthusiastic just now. This little thing has a kind of magic that makes men addicted.[
He felt that his hot and hard parts could no longer bear it, but he still tried hard to endure it. He wanted her to surrender to him willingly, instead of forcing her.
He was intoxicated by her sweet scent, and the kiss became more intense and wild. One hand held her waist, and the other moved impatiently inside her beautiful and tender skin.
That beautiful and wild touch made Mo Xier feel dizzy. She put one hand against his chest and held his arm tightly with the other.
The kiss left her lips and gently bit her delicate little chin.
The delicate lips that had been kissed were slightly open, her eyes were blurred, and her breathing could not help but become rapid.
With a "hiss" sound, the thin skirt was torn by his hands.
But with this sound, Mo Xier suddenly woke up. In front of her was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. She saw the woman inside, disheveled, in Nangong Ze's arms, and he was bowing his head on her slender neck.
A kiss mark was left.
The originally fine skirt was now pulled up to her waist, and even her bra knew when it would be ripped open by him.
He kneaded it wantonly with one hand, and pressed himself tightly against his body with the other hand.
She clearly felt a certain part of him pressing against her softness.
Suddenly, she was so ashamed that she almost died.
She almost fell asleep in his passionate kiss.
She raised her fist and punched his chest hard. She almost used up all her strength to stop this wild scene, so she also forgot that his shoulder was wrapped with gauze and was seriously injured.
Several punches in a row hit the same spot, which was his wound.
Nangongze snorted, stopped moving, raised his eyes, and locked her eyes tightly with his charming eyes, an expression of dissatisfaction appeared on his extremely handsome face.
A hoarse voice rang out in the air burning with hissing sparks: "Little thing, do you want to murder me?"
She stopped beating and was surprised to find that the white gauze had seeped blood. It was obvious that the wound that had been well treated seemed to have been damaged by her.
Thinking of the scene where he risked everything for her, even though she tried hard to deny that he saved her, and tried hard to tell herself that he had brought it on himself, there was no need to be grateful to him.
But at this time, when she hurt him with her own hands, the guilt that was not well hidden in her heart welled up deeply.[
She forgot to struggle and looked at him blankly, then struggled again and said: "Let me go, I will help you clean the wound, otherwise the inflammation will be very troublesome."
Nangongze didn't expect her strength to be so strong suddenly. At this time, his shoulders were in pain so much that he could hardly move, but he didn't miss the guilt in the woman's eyes.