She raised her head to see his eyes. When she looked at them, she would see some jumping pictures in her mind. She didn't dare to look at other parts of him.
He burst out laughing. It was strange that she was more afraid of him than before.
Tong en admitted that he was frightened by his intensity and fanaticism. At the most intimate time, he seemed to release the beast that had no imprisonment in his heart. Only his dark eyes were calm in the dark.
As soon as he grabbed him, he turned around. Tong en somehow woke up, looked at the half obscure handsome face with confused eyes, slowly closed his eyes and said, "what were you thinking when you held me in your hometown?"
Back in bed with her covered with the same quilt, two people do not have a thing, he took her in the past, afraid that she was cold in such a rainy night, warm her with warm body.
Wan Jingting was amused by her unconsciousness when she was asleep. With a slight smile on her thin lips, he reached out to pluck her hair. He got up and knelt down on the bed and stepped over her, revealing his strong body. Standing in front of the window with his slender and powerful legs, he felt the rain splashing on his face and raised his hand to close the window.
She closed her eyes, pouted her mouth, reached out to block the rain pouring from the window, and her sweet little face was full of joy.
In the middle of the night, there was really a cold rain. Sleepy Tong en was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window. She felt the rain on her face when she didn't wake up. She mumbled a few words: "it's leaking."
Tong en is aware of his attempt. He holds his palm tightly with his fingers. If he doesn't speak, he just pinches his palm. It's really a storm.
On the waist of Yingying, the skin is smooth and soft, how greedy is not enough.
In the room without the light on, there were only two people's breathing. Wan Jingting fell on her body and folded his hands to kiss her back neck. His thin lips opened slightly. His considerate words turned into practical actions. He kissed her again and again, and his hands fell on her waist.
The night of * * or let Tong en body sour and tired, she lay on the bed behind him begging for mercy: "I'm tired, I'm sleepy."
However, she can't deny that this man's favor gives her a sense of security.
Tong en has never enjoyed this kind of spoiling. Although he is much younger than him, he is not used to this kind of spoiling.
Then he gave her another kiss on the lip and began to kiss at the entrance of the stairs.
Wan Jingting is intentionally for it, stretch out a hand to embrace her, "hide what?"
Shaking her head, she continued to walk until she reached the end of the last flight of stairs. She turned and ran into the man's lips and jerked away, swearing it was an accident.
Tong en suddenly feel embarrassed, she is not delicate daughter, do not need to be like this.
When stepping downstairs, Wan Jingting looked at her walking posture and asked her, "if it hurts, we'll eat upstairs and let sister Lin bring it up."
"Let's go to breakfast. I'm a little hungry." Tong en looked away, got up from the bed and changed into clean clothes.
He is a man with strong self-control, but can achieve endless indulgence.
Wan Jingting immediately knew what she wanted to ask. His long eyelashes blinked and said, "what can I think of when I hold a single man and a few women together?"
Tong en laughed at him: "you are not reserved."
The first time she saw such a direct expression of emotion, she knew from the first day of meeting that this man didn't understand euphemism at all. Her likes and disaffections would be expressed directly. She didn't know whether he was the same in front of other people.