[End] Good morning, little wife

As for her, this damned woman, he knew she wasn't sleeping, so he dared to pretend to be indifferent.

Xia Qianchen suddenly felt scorching heat penetrate between her legs.

The big palm pressed her back, making her fit closer to him.

She pressed against his chest, her arms were so tight that she couldn't breathe, she could even feel the hardness of his bones.

He knew that he left her uneasy and kind.

However, he did not touch her so patiently. It seemed that his noble masculine dignity was still waiting for her to beg for mercy.

A trace of sarcasm overflowed from the corner of Xia Qianchen's mouth.How could she beg him to humiliate herself?Even if he died, he would never wait for that day!

The embrace was getting tighter and tighter, as if it was going to crush her into his body, and they became one with each other.

Xia Qianchen's chest became more and more breathless.

Nangong Shaodi moved his body slowly, rubbing against her through his sweat-soaked underwear.

Then, the scorching heat obviously began to swell, harden, bigger and hotter.

The man's muffled panting and moaning sounded.

The room is filled with the obscene smell of lust...

Xia Qianchen's heart rang loudly. If this continues, she is afraid that after Nangong Shaodi's reason is swallowed up by desire, she will be gnawed to death.

And the abdominal cramping was unbearable any longer.

Her small face suddenly lifted, and she asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you need me to serve you?"

Nangong Shaodi smiled proudly, pulled Xia Qianchen's wet long hair, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.

His voice was even more low and evil: "Have you figured it out?"

"You know, I'm a special case, so..."

A pair of hot little hands penetrated from his underwear and held his...

"I can only help you in this way."

"..." Nangong Shaodi's whole body shuddered.

"If I'm comfortable serving you...can you, give me a box of painkillers?"

"Painkillers?"

Nangong Shaodi raised his eyebrows proudly, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Xia Qianchen's complexion was as pale as wax paper, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

All interest disappeared in an instant, Nangong Shaodi lowered his face and stared at her fiercely: "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, women's special time..."

After taking painkillers and drinking a glass of brown sugar water, Xia Qianchen's abdominal pain finally eased a lot.

Maybe there was a sleeping pill in the medicine, and when she lay down again, she was so sleepy that she quickly fell asleep without warning.

"You are very comfortable, and you dare to fall asleep." He lifted her up fiercely and pressed her on the bed, "Didn't you say you want to serve me?"

Xia Qianchen didn't wake up, her breathing was even.

Nangong Shaodi stared at her, gradually, his fierce eyes became a little softer.

As long as he smells the fragrance of her hair and hears her breathing, he will feel restless, as if he has been given aphrodisiac and cannot control himself.

She bowed her head, leaving a lingering hickey on her neck.

The house is quiet...

Not long after, Nangong Shaodi sat on the bar and poured wine.

In the darkness, the light from the tinderbox illuminated his dark and deep silhouette.

Damn it, if he wanted it so much, he couldn't do anything to her!

Until early in the morning, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the sea view all night.

Xia Qianchen turned over and pressed her butt on the bed. The wound hurt so much that she woke up...