What Song Qiao didn’t expect was that she thought the man wouldn’t touch her tonight, perhaps not even tomorrow night... But as soon she lay down, the man behind her had already reached out with his strong hands, pulling her into his embrace in an instant.
Song Qiao was taken aback, instinctively trying to struggle, but then she heard the man’s deep voice next to her ear, "Don’t move, I feel dizzy."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao imdiately stayed still, but the heat from the man’s body behind her made her very uncomfortable. Just as she was about to say sothing, Lu Jingchen turned her around, laying her flat on the bed, and in the next second, a tall figure pressed down upon her.
Song Qiao’s heart suddenly fluttered, and she reached out her hands to push him away, her voice shaking slightly, unnoticeably, "Lu Jingchen, what... what are you going to do... Mmm."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the man had already seized her chin and sealed her lips, leaving her unable to utter another word.
It was a kiss with a conquering intent; the man’s tongue had already invaded her mouth with aggression, driving deeply in, leaving no space as it swept through the sweetness within her.
Although they had kissed many tis, Song Qiao was always caught off guard and overwheld, without any chance to react.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the man’s bathrobe, wanting to struggle, but her movents were restricted by Lu Jingchen on top of her.
Lu Jingchen placed one hand on Song Qiao’s waist and the other pinching her chin, the two of them intimately close together, intensifying the heat stirring within him.
re kisses on the lips were no longer satisfying for Lu Jingchen. He released her tempting red lips, then slowly moved on, trailing kisses along the corner of her mouth, her chin, her pale neck, and even her collarbone, moving steadily downwards.
Perhaps it was due to Lu Jingchen’s superb technique, but Song Qiao’s body slowly weakened, unable to muster any strength, utterly soft and pliant.
Her slender hands unconsciously clutched at the man’s black hair, even though his hair was too short to grasp.
"Lu Jingchen... don’t..." It was almost a lted, out-of-tune voice, not sounding resistant but rather accommodating and coquettish, giving off a soft, tender feeling.
Song Qiao’s mind was already sowhat hazy, her consciousness not that clear, only able to suppress the craving surge within her heart angrily, yet the overwhelming sensation was making her entire body uncomfortable.
Her slip dress was sohow pulled down by the man at so point, revealing her stunning body to the air.
The tie of Lu Jingchen’s bathrobe had also been undone without notice, exposing his chest with its sculpted abs.
He covered her body again, fingering her chin, kissing her as if he could never get enough, with his deep voice sounding very pleasant, seemingly with a hint of indulgence, "Qiaoqiao, you don’t want it? Hm? Your body doesn’t seem to say that, little liar..."
Song Qiao only felt a wave of stimulating sensation rushing over her, making her want to curl up, yet her body had nowhere to escape.
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