He kissed her all the way down, and then suddenly picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. He then casually swept the cups on the table in front of him, and almost half of Jingzhi was gone. His naked body was placed on top … The wine bottle and teacup fell to the ground. Knowing that he was extremely frightened, he raised his hand to support his chest. His moist eyes slowly opened, revealing a strong sense of fear and suppressed resistance.
Yes, she also resisted his embrace. There used to be a little sister in her, but he had kissed others before. His fingers moved back and forth on other women's bodies as if they were strumming the zither. Meng Shaoting had always been a rough person. "When Jingzhi frowned and was on the verge of tears, he could not help but feel a slight sense of guilt. His raspy voice whispered," "Be good, don't be afraid.
She lowered her head to kiss her tears, but it was as if she could not stop her tears from falling. She was half-happy, half-worried, and all her grievances and displeasure towards him exploded outwards. Her soft arms wrapped around his neck as she tremblingly kissed his earlobes, "Shao Ting … "Promise me …"
"Tell me …"
His heart was beating so hard that it seemed as if all the blood in his body was about to boil. However, he still held it in with all his might and kissed her even more lovingly, comforting her … "Promise me that we'll be fine together …"
Meng Shaoting trembled slightly, his long and narrow eyes locked onto the sobbing woman below her. "Jingwen, tell me, do you love me?"
A few teardrops hung like diamonds on the tip of her eyelashes, she bit her lower lip and looked back at him. "So, what about you?"
He smiled wickedly, lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on the corner of his lips. His hoarse voice was filled with charm. "What do you think?"
Jingzhi closed her eyes. Her two curved eyelashes trembled slightly, "I don't know. Shao Ting, I don't know …"