Ximen Longting held her chin and kissed her forehead: "How else should I deal with you?"
"Perfunctory."
Ximen Longting pressed the buttons on the phone screen and led a group of soldiers into the battle. He has never been a man who likes to play games.
Jing Jiaren looked at her phone for a while and wanted to take off Ximen Longting's glasses.
He held her hand and said, "Don't make trouble."
"You feel very strange today."
"What should I do?" He was obviously talking to her, but his eyes were not looking at her.
Jing Jiaren put one hand into Ximen Longting's shirt, gently touched him through the rough gauze, slid it down, and stroked back and forth along the muscle texture of his abdomen.
It's rare for Ximen Longting to sit as still as a mountain, it's really a miracle.
Jing Jiaren touched him up and down for a while, and when she saw how calm he was, she felt something was wrong.
He is a big-tailed wolf who thinks about bad things every second, but now he has no thoughts at all?
Jing Jiaren untied the bar, grabbed one of his hands, reached it through the crotch, and placed it on her soft body.
Ximen Longting's breathing stagnated slightly, as if some kind of magic was attracting him, making him uncontrollably knead her.
Jing Jiaren laughed: "Didn't you endure it very well just now?"
Ximen Longting turned off his cell phone, moved his eyes to her face, and bit her lips fiercely: "Jing Jiaren, you damn woman!"
His rough breathing quickly melted into the grinding of each other's lips and teeth.
Ximen Longting fumbled for the zipper on her back, pulled off her skirt, and carried her to the bed.
Soon his strong body covered her, and he spread her legs without any hesitation.
…
Jing Jiaren opened her eyes in Ximen Longting's hot embrace and ran her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. It was like lying on the shore and being washed by the waves, and the hair was as soft as water grass.
Jing Jiaren's hands were stained with his sweat, and when she put them to her lips, they were salty.
Ximen Longting turned over and pressed her under him, opened his scarlet eyes: "Are you awake?"
The male's voice was hoarse, with the laziness of having just woken up.
Jing Jiaren smiled and kissed his chin. Once he indulged, he would become domineering and arrogant.
"It seems that you were not tired last night, and you are still so energetic?" Ximen Longting stared at her closely, and his voice became hoarse.
"Ximen Longting, you really have something to do with me," Jing Jiaren suppressed her smile, "Even in bed, your behavior is not normal."
Ximen Longting buried his head on her shoulder, sniffing her breath.
Her fluffy long hair covered the snow-white pillow, and she held his head with one hand: "Speak?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"You usually tell the truth in bed. No matter what I ask you, you will tell the truth."
"..."
"But last night, you didn't answer anything I asked you."
Incredibly, Ximen Longting always loses his mind when his sperm gets to his head - but last night he was particularly calm and would not be taken away by her unless he restrained himself.
The weight on his body disappeared, and Ximen Longting turned over and sat next to her. With his wild body falling, he opened a tin cigarette case from the bed cabinet and lit a cigarette.
"You smoke again!"
"This is for quitting smoking."
Jing Jiaren climbed up and nestled in his arms, holding Ximen Longting's face with both hands: "Are you really cruel this time?"