But as soon as she lifted her feet, a rough big hand came over and grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled hard.
He Bing's delicate body directly hit the man's strong chest.
Her little head hurt so much, and his chest felt like it was made of steel bars. It was cold and painful, and she cried in pain when he bumped into it.
"What are you doing?" She stretched out her hand to push him.
At this time, two slender fingers pinched her small chin, forcing her to look up, and a man's low laugh and joking sounded above her head, "What did you say I did? Don't you miss me? I'm back, where are you going?"
Let me take a good look."
He pinched her little face and took a good look at it. This man was teasing her, it was so inappropriate.
Although He Bing was already his woman and had done intimate things, she was young after all and had never been in contact with any man except him. When he teased her like this, her face turned red and she just wanted to push him away.
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Ye Ming didn't move, watching her twisting in his arms, the fragrance of her body filled his nose. He had never known a woman to be so fragrant before.
His strong hands wrapped around her waist, and with a gentle lift, he carried her directly to the corner.
Her delicate back was pressed against the wall. He Bing was about to move, but with a "pop" sound, Ye Ming put a big palm on her side, blocking her completely.
"What's the matter, are you so shy?"
His low, slightly hoarse voice echoed in He Bing's ears, making He Bing's legs weaken.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she looked at him with watery eyes.
In such a big villa, he pressed her against the corner. Such a small corner was filled with the hot and clean masculinity of his body. This was the world she wanted.
"Why didn't you answer my call last night?" he asked in a low voice.
He Bing moved his lips and lied, "I fell asleep and didn't hear you."
"Let go!" He swore at her.
He Bingyujie shuddered, "Ye Ming, don't say bad words!"
Ye Ming pinched her slender waist with his rough palms. This waist was so soft that it would break as long as he bent it lightly. He pinched it twice more.
He Bing hid around, "Ye Ming, it's itchy."
Ye Ming's eyes darkened, "I know you're itchy."
"..."
This filthy bastard!
"You are unwilling to obey and insist on making me come over to accompany you. Why don't you feel itchy?" He pinched her red face.
He was still wearing the same clothes he wore in prison, except that he had a gray shirt on top of a black vest. The shirt was not tucked into his trousers. He looked tall and strong, strong and powerful, and all women liked it.
He Bing slowly stretched out her small hands to hug his strong waist and abdomen, lowered her head and said, "Ye Ming, I miss you so much."
Her height only reached below his chest, and she spoke with a small head, a little aggrieved and coquettish. Ye Ming put one hand in his trouser pocket and clenched his palm, "You don't want me to answer my call?"
"If I pick you up and can't see you again, I'll only miss you more."
"What do you want me for?"
"There are so many. I want you to praise me, I want you to kiss me, I want you to hug me..."
"Okay! Not weaned yet?"
"..." He Bing pressed her little face against his chest, listening to the heartbeat coming from his atrium. It was thumping, thumping, and powerful. She murmured in a low voice, "Ye Ming, I want to
I almost want to cry when you..."
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