The man's kisses are overwhelming, with a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.
"Huo Jingchen, calm down..." Zhao Siqing tries to hide from him, but this action stimulates him even more.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark red, as if he had not heard her at all.
His cool lips flitted across her lips, chin, until they landed on her neck and clavicle. There was a strong feeling of depression and forbearance that almost two people swallowed together, just like the waves.
With a muffled sound, Zhao Siqing was pressed on the huge French window by him.
The zipper on the skirt was rudely pulled open by him, and it slipped a little along the snow-white shoulder. Then, his kiss swept over her back, leaving a warm feeling.
Zhao Siqing wants to turn around, but he suppresses her hand on the huge French window.
It's sunny outside the window and there are lots of traffic downstairs.
After the back zipper of the skirt was opened, it fell forward uncontrollably for a few minutes, with the edge of the underwear exposed for a few minutes.
"Huo Jingchen I just said to calm down for a while... " Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled, and his voice trembled.
She tried to keep herself calm, but the man's hot kiss made her tense.
At the moment, Huo Jingchen seems to be immersed in his own world. His eyes are dark, and he seems to hear nothing.
He inch inch kissed her white back, just crazy want to get her.
It seems that only in this way can we prove that she really belongs to him.
The skirt was pushed up by his big hand, and Zhao Siqing's body was stiff.
The body seems to have a cluster of electric current flowing through, from the tailbone to the four limbs, straight to the mind.
"Qing Qing..." Huo Jingchen spoke in a low voice. His voice was full of intense feelings.
Her back was close to his chest, and Zhao Siqing felt the reaction under him. His eyes were sore.
The huge transparent glass window, outside the window is a silver wrapped world, pedestrians are busy, the traffic is busy, the whole city is busy and noisy in the silence of winter.
Even though he knew that people outside could not see him, Zhao Siqing felt as if he was naked and exposed in their eyes, naked and in great distress.
She looked down at the clothes she had been torn off, creating a kind of unspeakable shame and suffering.
Zhao Siqing's vision fell in the distance, a little trance.
She couldn't help thinking of the scene six years ago.
The same powerlessness, the same sadness.
So, is it true that he is no different from those people
Gradually, she stopped struggling, and realized his hand. In a soft voice, she said, "Huo Jingchen, would you like me to change places?"
She really can't accept such a shame. Even though she knows that people outside can't see her, she still inevitably has an unspeakable shame.
She also knew that she was afraid that she could not persuade him.
Just, if it must be this kind of result, at least can it not be here.
*Her words helped Huo find some sense.
His eyes fell on the French windows, looking at the shadow of the woman on the glass, a little lost.
Her face was white, her hair was messy, her eyes were slightly red, and she wore the cold and calm that made him panic.
Huo Jingchen's eyelashes trembled and his eyes were sore.
Looking at the white back of the woman, he stepped back two steps.
What is he doing?
What on earth can he do!