014 Attracted to him, Duanmu Mu wanted to stick out his tongue, but he couldn't. He sucked her tightly in like a suction cup, and rubbed her chest ferociously with his big hands. With such force, he wished he could
The flesh on her chest felt like it was being pulled off.
The pain almost made Duanmumu's tears fall, but she couldn't. She told herself that she could not cry in front of such a man, otherwise she would lose.
His body pressed against hers, not giving her any room to move. His other hand even slipped under her skirt. Duanmumu regretted wearing a skirt again.
"Do you want it too, huh?" He let go of her and asked evilly while breathing heavily.
Duanmumu glared at him evilly. She was speechless with fear, but he had already lifted one of her legs across his waist, and at the same time pushed his huge body towards her, "Why don't you please?"
How about I help you?"
"Bah!" Duanmumu spat in his face.
He came over and rubbed her face, "Don't be so jealous. As you said, no matter what, you are my wife. How can I let my wife be empty?"
"Ah——" Duanmumu screamed in fear when she felt that he was getting closer to her.
Sure enough, this sound startled everyone in the bedroom, and Lan Yiran, who was also only wrapped in a bath towel, suddenly turned pale when he saw the scene outside the door.
"Leng Anyen!" The woman screamed sharply, and then there was a crisp sound in the air.
Duanmumu was released, but his face started to hurt...
"You are so shameless," Lan Yiran said and was about to come up again, but was grabbed by Leng Anychen.
The pain on his face spread straight to the bottom of his heart. Duanmumu pinched his palms several times to keep the tears from falling. He stubbornly raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him, "It is indeed shameless, but that person is not me.
!”
"You seduce a man and you dare to say that you want face?" Lan Yiran was still arrogant.
Duanmumu raised his hand to touch his abused lips, and then looked at Lan Yiran, "Miss Lan has a really bad memory. I seem to have just said that you are the mistress between us. Even if I am seducing, I am seducing my husband. And
And you?"
"An Chen was originally my man, but you shamelessly snatched him away, you..." Lan Yiran also resisted angrily, and for a while, the huge cabin became a base for women's war.
"That's enough!" Leng Anyen interrupted coldly, glanced at the watery Duanmumu with complex eyes, picked up the woman beside him and walked back to the bedroom.
The moment the door closed, Duanmu Mu's body became weak, and it seemed that he no longer had the strength to breathe.
In the bedroom, Lan Yiran sat on the big bed and sobbed. While crying, he said, "Leng Anyen, are you also attracted to her now? Did you just do it if I didn't go out?"
"She kept calling me a mistress, did you hear that? Tell me, who is the mistress between me and her?"
Lan Yiran's chattering voice made him irritated. His handsome and noble face was terrifyingly gloomy.
At this moment, Leng Anyen was thinking about a question, that is, if Lan still didn't go out, would he really want her?
He didn't know the answer. In fact, he was just punishing her because he was angry with this woman for messing with him. But for some reason, when he saw her indifference to him, he felt annoyed. When he touched her beauty, he couldn't restrain himself.
It was as if there was a special power in her that attracted him...
Attracting him to get closer, attracting him to provoke, attracting him...
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