The panicked Mo Xiyu was slightly startled, not understanding what he meant. But while she was stunned, Leng Shaotian suddenly took out a box from the bedside. Mo Xiyu frowned, then raised his head vigorously, and suddenly
When she saw the words written on it clearly, she opened her mouth half-open: "Leng Shaotian, you... what are you doing with this thing? What a pervert!"
Hearing this, Leng Shaotian turned to face her, blinked his eyes evilly, and stared at her face. Then in her panicked eyes, his big hand suddenly reached between her legs,
Forcing her to open her legs, the next second...
"Leng Shaotian, you perverted lunatic! Stop it, if you keep doing this, I will get angry!" He was actually using those tools!
Mo Xiyu struggled hard. Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Leng Shaotian, who was originally playful, suddenly felt distressed. He hurriedly stopped his movements, helped her untie the rope from her hand, and then coaxed her as gently as possible: "
It’s said that this way, it’s more romantic!?”
"Sentiment? Leng Shaotian, you...you really have something wrong with your brain, this thing...uh..." Mo Xiyu's shameful and angry curses became as angry as silk.
"I can't help it, I always feel like you don't feel comfortable enough!" He bit her lower lip lovingly and hatefully and sucked hard, half doting and half scolding.
"What's not comfortable enough?" Mo Xiyu asked Leng Shaotian reflexively.
"What do you think? What else?"
"Could it be...ah! Leng Shaotian, you pervert!" Mo Xiyu said, gradually feeling a heat rising in her body, and something began to become beyond the control of her brain...
.
"Leng Shaotian, you bad guy, I told you to ignore me, I told you to ignore me!" Mo Xiyu complained while beating Leng Shaotian hard.
Then, under Leng Shaotian's deception, Mo Xiyu finally boarded the "thief ship!"
"Why don't you go home tonight, okay?"
After finishing, Leng Shaotian put his arms around Mo Xiyu's waist and said coquettishly.
Mo Xiyu glanced at him angrily, "No! Zaizai wants me to tell him a story at night so that he can fall asleep!"
Leng Shaotian frowned, "Then, what should I do if I can't sleep at all without you?"
"Then you have been here differently in the past three years?"
"That's because I can't think of you and can't help it. Now, of course, it's different!"
Women just can't stand a few sweet words. Only a few kind words from Mr. Leng, and the principles that Mo Xiyu originally adhered to were gone.
I called my mother and said she had to work overtime, so I hung up the phone.
I don't know how long it took, she was in a daze and was being put into various positions by the insatiable man. He tossed her with changing movements. After he finished tossing her, he used different methods to coax her.
Leng Shaotian spent the whole night loving the little woman, unceremoniously compensating for missing her for the past three years, over and over again, enjoying it...
The moment his consciousness returned, a strong soreness hit his whole body. His bones seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled. They were so stiff that they didn't look like his own. Mo Xiyu was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but let out a cry and slowed down.
After a long while, he slowly and slowly opened his eyelids——
There is an extra strong arm on the waist——
Breathing in and out, she held it subconsciously, and then many ambiguous and obscene images came to her mind bit by bit. Her face turned blue and white instantly, and her back was pressed against his chest. She could feel it.
, there is nothing between her and him under the quilt...
He actually dared to torment her all night long. Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and pinched Leng Shaotian's face hard.
His cheeks stung slightly, Leng Shaotian suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately met the little woman's shameful and angry gaze. His eyebrows were sharply twisted, and the next second——
"ah......"
Without saying a word, Leng Shaotian simply took off the quilts from the two of them. Then he turned over and pressed the little woman hard under him. He picked up one of her legs with his big hands and pulled her up.
He straightened his waist fiercely——
"ah--"
It was filled instantly! Mo Xiyu froze, he, he, he... it was too much!
Men are the most excited in the morning and don't need any time to brew. So when he realized that the woman in front of him was actually doing "domestic violence" to him, he picked up the "gun" and went into battle without even thinking.
Punish her in another way.
The moment it filled her up, Leng Shaotian was so convinced that he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a few seconds, then slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes staring at his body and frowning for a moment.
The woman with dark eyebrows was panting, knowing that this sudden occupation hurt her, so he buried himself inside and did not dare to move, waiting patiently for her to adapt.
"Be good - just hold on for a while!"
Because it happened to be Saturday, neither of them had to go to work.
As a result, during this day, Mo Xiyu was carried from the bed to the bathroom by Leng Shaotian, and then from the bathroom to the sofa. He even carried her to the window sill...all kinds of troubles
Afterwards, she was so tired that she almost died.
After the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Mo Xiyu lay on the bed like a puddle of mud, closing her eyes and breathing like a gossamer, while a pair of soft lips continued to press on her bare snow back.
"Tired?" His low, magnetic voice, filled with the satisfaction and joy of having had enough wine and food, sounded softly in her ears.
Mo Xiyu still closed her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him.
A pair of big hands suddenly pinched her shoulders and massaged them with moderate force.
The woman with her eyes closed frowned slightly, and secretly cursed in anger, what are you doing? Give her a sweet date with a slap in the face? Beast! He almost killed her just now, and her belly is still faint now
It hurts!
Mo Xiyu still ignored him with a cold face, thinking to wait until she had the strength to settle accounts with him. Leng Shaotian had a charming smile on his lips, and his big hands went down from her shoulder blades, pressing them little by little.
Wear it to relieve her physical fatigue and aches.
To be fair, his technique was pretty good, the force was moderate, and the pressure was quite comfortable. Mo Xiyu slowly began to enjoy it, and decided to put aside their hatred for ten minutes. Ten minutes would be enough.
However, when the man's hands pressed on her lumbar vertebrae, he did not stop, and continued to move down. Then his hands grabbed her buttocks and rubbed them vigorously——
Mo Xiyu opened her eyes immediately, jumped up in shame and anger, raised her hand and was about to punch the man, so tormenting him.
But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly saw a hideous scar on his chest - and it was a little bright red.
"You...you..."
Mo Xiyu frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes. Is his scar obviously new?
Suddenly, a possibility flashed through her mind, and her thoughts were a little confused, but she had a vague premonition in her heart. She narrowed her eyes slightly, frowned and stared at the wound on his chest, and Leng Shaotian was there.
When she noticed that Mo Xiyu was staring closely at his chest, she gently curled her lips and gave a slightly sad forced smile.
"It's okay, it's just a small operation?" He looked at her deeply, took her little hand, put her hand gently against his chest, and said nonchalantly.
Mo Xiyu frowned slightly, pursed her red lips coldly and looked at him without saying a word.
"I almost died, did you know?" His eyes turned sad, and his cold tone sounded extremely pitiful.
Die...
Inexplicably, her heart twitched violently. Mo Xiyu turned around quickly, gently caressing her face with her slender fingers. She was slightly unhappy, and after a moment she threw herself into his arms. "I can't just accept it."
Why don’t people who share the same suffering talk about it? Or has the disease recurred again?”
He was half-leaning against the head of the bed, with a flash of panic in his eyes. He grabbed her hand and pressed it tightly to his chest, then asked, "Do you remember Zheng Kaidi?"
"Who?" Mo Xiyu was slightly confused. She always felt that the name was familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had heard it.
"The man who was with Lin Yinuo!"
"I remembered it!" Mo Xiyu immediately recalled it after he reminded her. Then she raised her eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong with him?"
"Guess, what is his true identity??!" Leng Shaotian gently pulled the quilt that had slipped down over her shoulders and asked.
(Five hundred words are given to you for free! Hehe! You’re welcome! Thank you for your support and encouragement along the way!)