Misha looked at him, her face gradually turned red, and she bit her lip. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled his head down so low that their lips barely touched.
She raised the corners of her lips, revealing a charming and beautiful smile, "Then prove it to me..."
An Rong's eyes changed, as if he was ready to move.
He lowered his voice and said, "You know, are you hinting at me?"
The smile on Misha's face bloomed more movingly, and the blush on her cheeks became more and more tempting.
She leaned close to his ear and said, "If... it's a man."
This sentence was undoubtedly like a time bomb, which suddenly set An Rong on fire.
He suddenly put his hands around her slender waist and tightened his arms, proving that he was a man and a man who loved her.
Misha slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling from time to time, and her hands tightened on his clothes, quietly revealing her nervousness.
An Rong's kiss was far from gentle. It was inconsistent with his calm and calm appearance. There was always a hint of domineering. It was a possessive desire for the woman he loved, which was very strong and primitive.
Misha is beautiful and sexy, but her young reaction makes An Rong understand something at once. He raises his slightly red eyes and locks her with lustful ones. He is hoarse.
He asked, "Will you... regret it?"
Misha opened her eyes, her eyes twinkling.
Facing An Rong at this time, she didn't say anything. Instead, she turned over and straddled his body. She put her hands on his chest, which was already hot and not as cool as usual.
body temperature.
Her cheeks were red, and she lowered her body, getting lower and lower. She was extremely charming, her eyes were full of invitations, her fingers went around his chest, teasing An Rong's chest to rise and fall violently.
"What I should regret is that I didn't...eat you into my stomach earlier."
Only she knew how fast her heart was beating right now, as if it would jump out of her throat at any time.
An Rong suddenly pulled her close and pressed her against his hot body, with a bewildering expression on her lips, "It's not yet certain who will eat who."
Misha's face was already so red that it was about to bleed. She kept on looking strong and glared at him, "You and your childhood sweetheart have never had any close contact?"
As soon as she finished speaking, even she noticed a sour smell, let alone An Rong?
Hearing her words, he raised his lips and smiled, "I'm not interested in that kind of thing, and naturally I have no special thoughts about women's bodies."
Misha's eyes widened, "You... you're not incompetent, are you?"
The smile on An Rong's face froze, she closed her eyes helplessly, and grabbed her hand...
Misha was startled and pulled out her hand suddenly. It felt like it was burned, and she quickly bounced it away and said angrily: "An Rong!"
An Rong was very satisfied with her reaction. He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Are you satisfied?"
Misha glared at him coquettishly and said stubbornly, "Then what's there to be satisfied with or dissatisfied about? What's there to be proud of?"
Misha's face turned red. She wanted to leave now, but she was afraid that the man under her wouldn't let go either.
She knew that she was playing with fire, but to make An Rong's fire burn brighter and stronger, to put aside all distracting thoughts and just want to live, she would rather turn into a moth and fly into the flame.
She had gone around a lot to meet this man, and she was willing to turn him into ashes.
An Rong saw her uneasiness in his eyes, he pulled her down, held her in his arms, caressed her back, and said softly, "Misha, you can leave right away."
He doesn't want to destroy her.
Misha frowned, raised her head, and stared at him, "I, Misha, don't have the habit of giving up halfway, let alone a cooked duck. I don't want to fly anywhere!"
After saying that, she immediately opened the buttons of his shirt forcefully, revealing his not so strong chest...
An Rong was frightened by her fierceness.
He never thought that one day he would be peeled into shrimps by a woman!
After being stunned for a moment and feeling a little chill, An Rong came back to his senses and slowly said, "...can you not be too rude?"
Misha was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into. She glared at him and said angrily, "I just like rude people, what do you think?!"
After hearing this, An Rong pursed her lips, turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes, "Then... you can do whatever you want."
Misha was stunned, feeling like a perverted sister who forced a teenager...
She was angry and funny, and hit his chest, "Who do you think I am?"
An Rong turned back and looked at her with clear eyes, "You said it, you have wanted to eat me for a long time, I will let you eat it now."
He said it seriously, with a completely risk-taking look. Misha hit him a few more times, her cheeks red, "Who wants to eat you?"
An Rong raised an eyebrow, "Don't want to?"
Misha looked away, "I don't want to."
He nodded, "Then let me eat it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned over, pressed her under him, and said, "If I asked you once, I will never ask you a second time. Even if you say I'm selfish, I won't let you go."
Misha glared at him and said, "If you open it...there will be no returns. Be careful, I will rely on you. Wherever you go, I will follow you!"
An Rong's eyes were deep, "I never thought about quitting. If I took it apart, I would call it a lifetime." However, he didn't know how long his lifetime would be.
Is it one day, or two days? Or, a month?
Misha said in a sullen voice: "You sound like a master of love...how many have you seen?"
An Rong laughed, "It's enough to know you. I'm not interested in other people's things."
Misha finally raised her eyes quietly and glanced at his handsome face. She was no longer so pale, but covered with a light flush, and her eyes were brighter and more alive. Looking at him like this, she felt inexplicably.
Feiyang, nothing makes her happier than seeing him healthy.
"Well, you'd better be only interested in me from now on. If I find out that you have other women, then don't blame me for blinding their eyes and ruining their looks."
She spoke in a serious manner, but she was also domineering.
After An Rong listened, the smile on her cheeks was gentle to her bones.
He suddenly turned sideways and hugged her, his chest pressed against her bare back, "You know, I'm not picky about food."
Misha rolled her eyes at him, "Why, am I terrible? After all, it's the standard of a Man-Han banquet!"
He smiled and nodded, "I am alone at the Manchu banquet." When he said this, he felt as if he owned the whole world and was extremely satisfied.
Perhaps, this woman is a treasure given to him by God. He has just discovered it, just got it, and just wanted to spend the rest of his life with her...
Misha then opened her eyebrows with satisfaction, "It's good to know."