1577. Chapter 1577 The Occasionally Willful Gu Shuai III
The room was well heated, but she was afraid of the heat. She only wore a thin black undershirt. When she bent down to take out her coat from the box, the hem of the coat moved up with her movements, revealing a section of her skin.
Her waist is as small as a jade carving and made of snow, and is too tight to hold.
Duan Zhaoan, who was about to go into the bathroom to take a bath and change, now stopped by the bed, his eyes darkly looking at the slender figure exposed, and there was a little dark light in the bottom of his dark eyes, which was gentle but also dangerous.
"Do you really want to try it?" He walked over and placed his palms on her back naturally. His hot palms pressed tightly against her creamy skin, and the touch was so slippery that he breathed quickly.
The palms of the hands are not always close to each other. The hands, as slender as a pianist's, have been holding guns and knives for many years, and there will inevitably be calluses between the palms and the fingertips. They slide from the back to the front along the slender arc of the waist.
, his movements were very gentle, but the calluses of his fingers made the delicate skin feel numb.
The action of kissing her was not rejected by Gu Chen, which made Duan Zhaoan's actions even more unrestrained.
The noble and unparalleled handsome face was condensed with a forbearing expression, and the dark light in the black eyes heated up and gathered into a flame. Before she could do anything, he easily provoked her.
Gu Chen held his hand and turned around, looked at him face to face, and said with a half-smile: "A man who is different from his appearance, thought he could really be a monk. It turns out, it's nothing more than that."
Seeing her smile like a cunning fox, Duan Zhaoan smiled helplessly, grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and hugged her domineeringly into his arms, "Seduction is everywhere, even a saint has seven emotions and six desires.
I am neither a saint nor a gentleman, so how can I really do it?"
"Your presence is the biggest temptation. I have fallen deeply into it."
She was like a fragrant fruit, and he was like an ascetic who had walked for days and nights without drinking any water. When he met her, all the Buddhist words and mantras... all disappeared instantly, leaving only one person.
Thoughts: Pick her off and eat her!
Gu Chen raised his feet and made an uncivilized movement with his knees. Feeling the restraint under the strong muscles of this forbearing man, his smile deepened. Faced with his intention to expose her, she still looked calm.
He raised his neck and continued without any fear of being irritated: "It seems that after being a monk for a long time, my heart has not calmed down, but has become tainted with the smell of mortals."
Her breath is like orchid, her face is as beautiful as plum blossoms, and her eyes are charming. She is really the beautiful enchantress in the ghost story who eats and drinks men's essence and blood.
Duan Zhaoshu hugged her waist tightly, caressing her with his palms motionlessly, looked at her with a light smile in his dark eyes, and said slowly and calmly: "It's one thing to seduce, but it's another matter whether you will be completely hooked or not."
That’s another story.”
"Okay, it's getting late. I've ordered a meal. Let's go over together after getting dressed." He gently patted her face, which was no longer cold, with intimate movements and a tender voice. Such a noble man would do this.
It's really strange to treat a woman.
Faced with Gu Chen's beauty tricks from time to time, Duan Zhaoan took the bait again and again, but equally, he would retreat gracefully every time and would never let Gu Chen succeed.
In the bathroom, Duan Zhaoan directly turned on the cold water. The cold water rushing down his unkempt hair suddenly caused the muscles around him to tighten suddenly. All the senses were focused on the "cold", and even the hottest places quickly died down.
