Jing Jiaren's body was scooped up by the arms and wrapped in his arms, her back pressed against his strong chest...and the one below...
Jing Jiaren froze: "What are you doing?!"
His low laughter came, his fingers caressed her arm frivolously, and his pupils seemed to be on fire: "It's so sensitive, your skin has small particles."
"Those are goosebumps. Don't you know it's because of the disgusting thing underneath you?"
He came closer and blew hot breath on her ears:
"What... is that thing down there?"
He asked knowingly, but his tone was extremely frivolous.
Jing Jiaren felt her ears feel hot and forced herself to leave his arms.
He closed his hands and restrained her: "You still have injuries on your hands. Don't move them. It will be bad if you touch the raw water."
"You pervert, let me go!"
"Tsk, tsk, a dirty cat who doesn't like bathing."
"I'll take a shower myself, I don't need you - you go out!"
"It's inconvenient for your hand to be injured, so it's better for me to help you."
Would he be so kind to help her? He clearly had evil intentions.
She felt that his stronger and more burning desire was always waiting to invade her...
He used a bubble net to rub her body, and the bubbles spread evenly on her skin. For some reason, she suddenly felt like there were insects gnawing in her blood vessels, and her body became very soft...
Her breathing became rapid, and it was obvious that his breathing became deeper.
"Don't forget your promise to me!" She found that her voice had changed, becoming low and soft, like a kitten.
Ximen Longting leaned on her neck and gently bit her earlobe: "I haven't forgotten."
"Asshole! In that case, why...are you still touching me?"
"I promised not to forcibly invade you, but I didn't promise not to even touch you."
What's the meaning?
"Except for the last step, I can do whatever I want."
He said, wrapping his ears around her and teasing her in his unique way.
Jing Jiaren's body was agitated and her toes curled up...
"Asshole...ah, ha..."
The heat in the bathroom was swirling, and the low voice became louder and louder, interspersed with a few curses.
Jing Jiaren really greeted all the eighteen generations of Ximen Longting's ancestors in her heart.
Such a shameless and dirty man...how many more things will he do to push the bottom line?
An hour later.
Jing Jiaren was kissed all over her body. Of course, he didn't even spare the most private parts!
Her body was even more sore than when she was seriously ill, and she had no strength at all.
With flushed cheeks, she leaned against his strong embrace. Her pupils were watery, but her eyes were as misty as mist. Her pale skin in the moisture was extremely alluring.
Ximen Longting rubbed her, knowing that women who had already fucked her would have needs, and his skills were superb, specializing in picking out her sensitive points.
Jing Jiaren clenched her fists tightly, gritted her teeth, and endured stubbornly.
Both of them are competing against each other's endurance.
Finally, it was Ximen Longting who was defeated first, took her little hand and pressed it there...
She tried hard to pull out her hand, but he surrounded her with his hands, preventing her from escaping!
Another hour later.
Jing Jiaren's hands were about to break, and her palms were burning. Finally, she felt his body tighten, and a sticky substance spurted out from the palm of her hand.
So disgusting...
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened, she suddenly took out her hand and scrubbed it back and forth in the water.