Such deep-rooted ideas, like engraved in her life, with the passage of time, more and more profound.
Xiao Fengting was silent. He didn't know what to say.
What Tang Qing thinks is not what he can solve.
Just, a lot of things, are not what she thought
If he had met Tang Qing, who was 13 years old at the age of 16, he might not have been able to protect her; and only when he met Tang Qing, who was 21, eight years later, could he completely control her.
For him, this time is necessary.
Eight years is enough for a young man to grow up to be a helmsman of a powerful family. No one can take anything away from him.
For Tang Qing, this is a very sad thing, but for him, it is a process that must go through.
He laid her soft body gently on the bed and lowered his head to kiss the corners of her lips and chin between her fingers. He coaxed her in a low voice: "don't cry, come and do happy things with me."
Tang Qing's body trembled a little. She didn't cry. She just belched: "Xiao Fengting, you..."
With a bright smile on his face, he looked at her frightened eyes from her fingers. "It's been more than four months..." He didn't eat a bite of meat. Greedy.
She refused, slightly refused: "you can find other women."
The smile on his face slowly converged a little, and his eyes were a little rusty for a moment. Then he separated her hands, held her face and bit her sharp chin. "I don't care. I want you."
His voice sounded a little angry.
Tang Qing has been retreating, has been retreating, retreated to the corner of the bed, he was recaptured and pressed under his body. His face showed a threatening expression and said: "you keep running. I'll see where you are going."
Tang Qing was still very resistant. She plucked up her courage and said to him, "but I don't like it."
She wanted him to listen as well as he would to her medical advice for downing.
Xiao Fengting's response to her is to tear off her pajamas directly.
He was very tall, so he looked slim and slender when he put on his clothes, but once pressed on, he was as heavy as a solid iron. As long as he didn't let go, no matter how much she refused, he couldn't be removed.
Tang Qing fought in a desperate position, or he stripped him. She was wronged to shrink on the quilt and looked at the man on her. Seeing the food like eyes, she accused him, "Xiao Fengting, I am still a patient."
He licked her neck in a casual tone, "well. Not tonight. "
He touched her waist and explained to her, "just kiss, lick, taste."
Don't talk about her like food, OK.
Tang Qing was still a little reluctant: "then you can go directly to the bathroom to solve it."
Why use her as a toy.
Xiao Fengting looked up at her and knew that she was not willing to sleep with him. She threatened her with unhappiness: "if you talk more, don't want to get out of bed tomorrow."
Tang Qing bit his lips and lowered his eyebrows. He looked a little aggrieved.
Xiao Fengting holds people in his arms. He lowers his head and kisses her cool lips. He sighs contentedly.
*
five years later, Xiao Xiao was in a good mood. He knew everything, but some things were lost and ended, so he couldn't say.