Her lips pouted, and on her sowhat tired face, there was a hint of lancholy. Her eyebrows occasionally arched gently, and even the slight wrinkles at the corners seed to deeply touch the sorrow of one’s heart, making one desperately want to smooth them out for her.
He leaned over, gently kissed the center of her forehead, and his tongue slowly moved down to her brows and eyes, licking her eyelids.
Ye Ning groaned softly and opened her eyes.
His lips, little by little, gently tasted her flavor, kneading her body, slowly covering it with his own.
Ye Ning was sowhat tired, propping her hand on his chest, she said, "I want to sleep..."
He said, "This ti you don’t have to do anything, really."
"Ugh, I don’t believe you..."
Every ti he said that, it always ended with her being exhausted.
Mu Yeli said, "Trust , really, I won’t let you feel tired..."
While speaking, he already scooped her onto the bed, kneeling underneath...
"Ah... what are you doing..."
"Sit properly."
She watched him kneel on one knee like a prince.
However, what he was about to do... was anything but gentlemanly.
"You... you can’t..."
"What are you afraid of? What part of you haven’t I seen?"
"..."
Just listening to him speak made her cheeks feel like they were about to burst with heat.
He held her smooth knee with one hand, gently caressing it in his palm, while keeping her legs apart with the other.
"Tell , do you want to force you, or will you willingly let go?"
"Really, I can’t..."
"I don’t mind you."
"I mind you, alright?"
He said, "Mind what? There’s not a single part of you that isn’t sweet..."
"..."
This man’s sweet talk always had a way of inflating one’s heart.
Ye Ning knew all too well how far these embarrassing positions could be explored.
However, she always pondered, just how much love did it take to be so unconcerned?
If one were to say they weren’t moved, it would be impossible.
"Mind, still minding oneself?"
As he spoke, he kissed her lips passionately.
But by then, passion had already taken over her entire being.
Desperately trying to grasp sothing to bring herself back to reason, she entwined with him, biting his lips, indulging in the entanglent.
The two of them exchanged their body’s warmth.
But unexpectedly...
The phone suddenly rang at that mont.
Ye Ning’s eyes flew open, startled.
It was indeed her phone ringing.
In that mont, she wanted to reach for her phone, but before she knew it.
The irritable man, face flushed, grabbed the phone first and answered.
Seemingly, he didn’t even check who it was as he spoke into it in a low voice, "Who is this."
The voice, almost a growl, was clearly tinged with intense dissatisfaction.
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