In late autumn and early winter, the climate is dry, so even if the weather is getting colder, ye Shengge doesn't turn on the air conditioner at night, otherwise the skin will be dry the next day, and you can't put on the base makeup.
Therefore, at this time, the touch of a man's skin is particularly clear. His slightly cocooned finger belly swam on her body. Everywhere he goes, it is enough to stir up a layer of sparks, which makes ye Shengge dry and dry.
Perhaps because it was the third time, Ji shiting was particularly patient. His dark pupil was staring at her for a moment, as if he wanted to see her every inch of expression. He was like a superb pianist, and she was his musical instrument. He had to make a pleasant voice under his playing.
Ye Shengge was forced to tears by him. He just opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but he was blocked by a man. His hot chest was close to her, the hot temperature and his deep and rapid heartbeat were all very clear, and his hands were still firmly controlled by him.
What she breathed was his breath, what she heard was his heartbeat and panting, what she was forced to kiss was his lips and tongues, as if her whole world had been invaded and occupied by him, and there was no chance for her to retreat or dodge.
At the end of the song, ye Shengge has a sense of panic of soul withdrawal and a sense of helplessness. She gasped, her eyes a little empty.
Ji shiting, with a satisfied look, bowed his head and kissed her lips. His eyes moved down. He saw the silver necklace on the woman's neck, probably because it had been soaked in sweat. The light of the necklace was a little lewd.
At this time, she was not covered with inch thread, only this decoration, the pendant can fall in her clavicular fossa, Dingding and moving.
Ji Ting's eyes were low.
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The next day, ye Shengge woke up in Ji shiting's arms.
She blinked her sleepy eyes, and it was a while before her consciousness returned. She turned her head and was surprised to find that the man around her was still sleeping.
By the way, he's still in jet lag
Perhaps because of his closed eyes, he didn't look so cold and hard to get close to. His deep brow bone was pressed by his right hand, which weakened a bit of fierce temperament. The thick eyelashes spread under his eyelids, casting a small shadow, making his whole person appear warm and harmless.
But ye Shengge knows that this is just an illusion. In fact, this man is strong and domineering, and a little unreasonable.
Thinking of last night, her heart couldn't help tightening. She couldn't remember how many times he had asked for her, and by the end of the day she was nearly unconscious.
She felt aggrieved and thought that the man's possessiveness and control were too strong. Only when she fell in love with him could he rest assured.
So, what about himself?
Ye Shengge bit his lip, endured the pain of his body, and carefully separated from his arms.
Fortunately, Ji shiting didn't wake up.
She breathed silently and dragged her sour and soft body. She moved to the bathroom and took a hot bath. The hot water eased the discomfort a little.
Dressed, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at the birthmark on her right face, which was obviously a small circle, and finally felt some comfort.
There is still her part in the afternoon. Thinking of this, ye Shengge turns and leaves the bathroom, but bumps into a man's hard chest.
Ji shiting took her into his arms, and his voice was lazy: "didn't you feel satisfied last night, so anxious to embrace her?"
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