The action of untying her clothes was a bit urgent, but could not hide its gentleness. The clothes were pulled back, revealing her white and tender skin. She was wearing a pink bellyband and light green underwear, with a branch embroidered on the bellyband.
The gorgeous red plum blossoms bloom proudly in the snow, just like her, elegant and noble.
He half pressed on her, inserted one hand into her back, lifted her whole body up slightly, moved his lips to the back of her neck, his lips were close to her neck, and his white and neat teeth bit the belly band.
She bit one end and pulled it, and the laces were loosened, revealing her flawless upper body.
His eyes became fiery and blurry, and his breathing became heavy, "Jingyun..."
"Um?"
His nice male voice was cold and gentle, "Don't open a shop anymore, and you don't need to make money by treating people anymore. I will support you."
Her heart trembled slightly. In modern times, although Sun Wenhao also devoted all his tenderness, that kind of fake tenderness, but maybe because Sun Wenhao knew that her ability was stronger than him, he never said anything about raising her.
.
She is not a woman who depends on men, but when a man says this, as coldly as she is, she still feels a little moved.
Especially for a man like Jun Mo Shang, a man who is as cold as a ghost, it is rare for him to have a moment of warmth.
"I don't need you to raise me. Everything I, Feng Jingyun, want, I create myself." Her voice seemed particularly steady in the quiet night, in the room that smelled of wine and ambiguity.
It was a calmness that disgusted him.
Her calmness really made him...hate her but couldn't help but feel pity for her.
There was dissatisfaction in his evil eyes, "At this time, do you have to say such things that kill the scenery?"
"You asked first, I just answered truthfully."
He pinched her hard, causing her to frown in pain, and the beautiful feeling in his palm made his heart break.
"Hmm..." She moaned softly, and her voice was drowned in his ensuing kiss.
He was like a fish out of water, surviving only on her breath. Not only did he seize the sweetness from her lips, he was so greedy that he even seemed to swallow her breath into his mouth.
All her clothes were gone.
He stopped moving.
The night outside the window is as dark as ink, and occasionally an unknown insect chirps echoes in the night, making the night even more tranquil.
The moonlight shines on the window sill, making the window paper white. A few naughty moonlight sneaks into the room through the cracks in the window, seeming to spy on the boundless spring scenery in the room.
He leaned over her, his blood-colored pupils staring down from her exquisitely beautiful face.
Her skin is whiter than snow, so tender that it can be broken by a blow, her body is slender and graceful, her legs are extraordinarily slender, her waist is so slender that it's not too thin to hold a hand, and her body curves are incomparably perfect.
He has seen too many women's bodies. There is really no body as perfect as hers. She is like God's most perfect masterpiece, without a single flaw. There has never been any woman's body.
To be as beautiful as she is.
His sinister eyes had already become blazing, admiring her beauty meticulously. He felt that his blood was swelling with anger, and his body, which was obviously without heat, seemed to have an irritating impulse that would make his nose bleed.
If he hadn't already been experienced and experienced countless women's bodies, he might have had a nosebleed by now.
