Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

It was not until the last sentence that Dongfang Aoshi responded.

As if he was suddenly stimulated by something, he clasped his gentle chin and kissed it hard.

She didn't expect him to act like this suddenly, Wen Rou was stunned.

A wild kiss raging on tender lips...

Dongfang Aoshi's suppressed emotions suddenly erupted like a volcano.

He seemed to be crazy, kissing wildly like a beast, as if he wanted to swallow tenderness...

The heart beats violently.

Something kept coming out.

Several times, Dongfang Aoshi almost blurted out the secret hidden in his heart.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare.

Afraid that after speaking out, Wen Rou will hate herself.

I am even more afraid that things will be revealed, and everything will stop here.

After that day, his heart was hollowed out.

The hole in my chest never healed.

Every day, I feel cold to the bone, numb from the cold, so cold that I almost forget what pain feels like...

Until finally Wen Wen was captured into the palace.

Dongfang Aoshi could feel again that his heartbeat seemed to be still there.

Kissing her madly, with frantic urgency.

hold on.

hold on.

hold on……

When she gets pregnant...

When there is a deeper relationship between them, after that matter is completed, he will tell everything...

The clothes were taken off one by one, and Dongfang Aoshi raised his gentle legs.

"Wait—um—" She struggled gently, but couldn't stop his invasion.

……

The body, following Dongfang Aoshi's movements, shook violently...

Gently frowned, unable to adapt to his rhythm for a while, grabbed his shoulder, nails digging into the flesh.

Dongfang Aoshi stared at her closely, his lustful eyes reflected her frowning——

Her lips were completely swollen from the kiss, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead...

"Rou'er..."

During the heavy impact, Dongfang Aoshi finally couldn't help it, the emotion in her chest whispered in her ear.

His voice was extremely deep, provocative, suppressing abundant feelings.

In an instant, the tenderness was pulled back from the lust——

Dongfang Aoshi always called her Second Miss, not her name.

"Oriental pride... um..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his red lips were immediately blocked.

The whole bed was shaking.

Rourou took a lot of effort, grabbed Dongfang Aoshi's hair, and finally escaped, panting, "What did you call me just now?"

"Rou'er..." Dongfang Aoshi seemed really drunk, he leaned against her ear and murmured deeply.

With every heavy rhythm, Dongfang Aoshi whispered tenderness in such a low voice, as if venting the long suppressed emotions...

Beside him... the ups and downs of tenderness, but deeply frowned...

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after the end.

Dongfang Aoshi turned over, hugged Wen Rou to his body, and let her lie on his stomach.

Dongfang Aoshi closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Gentle but not sleepy at all.

In my mind, the scene just now kept echoing.

Rouer...

Dongfang Aoshi would actually use such a boring name to address himself.

Moreover, it was still that depressing tone...

"Oriental pride?"

"..."

"Oriental pride?"

"..."

"Are you asleep?" Gentle stretched out her hand, wanting to touch him, to see if he was really asleep... It was not until the last sentence that Dongfang Aoshi responded.

As if he was suddenly stimulated by something, he clasped his gentle chin and kissed it hard.

She didn't expect him to act like this suddenly, Wen Rou was stunned.

A wild kiss raging on tender lips...

Dongfang Aoshi's suppressed emotions suddenly erupted like a volcano.

He seemed to be crazy, kissing wildly like a beast, as if he wanted to swallow tenderness...

The heart beats violently.

Something kept coming out.

Several times, Dongfang Aoshi almost blurted out the secret hidden in his heart.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare.

Afraid that after speaking out, Wen Rou will hate herself.

I am even more afraid that things will be revealed, and everything will stop here.

After that day, his heart was hollowed out.

The hole in my chest never healed.

Every day, I feel cold to the bone, numb from the cold, so cold that I almost forget what pain feels like...

Until finally Wen Wen was captured into the palace.

Dongfang Aoshi could feel again that his heartbeat seemed to be still there.

Kissing her madly, with frantic urgency.

hold on.

hold on.

hold on……

When she gets pregnant...

When there is a deeper relationship between them, after that matter is completed, he will tell everything...

The clothes were taken off one by one, and Dongfang Aoshi raised his gentle legs.

"Wait—um—" She struggled gently, but couldn't stop his invasion.

……

The body, following Dongfang Aoshi's movements, shook violently...

Gently frowned, unable to adapt to his rhythm for a while, grabbed his shoulder, nails digging into the flesh.

Dongfang Aoshi stared at her closely, his lustful eyes reflected her frowning——

Her lips were completely swollen from the kiss, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead...

"Rou'er..."

During the heavy impact, Dongfang Aoshi finally couldn't help it, the emotion in her chest whispered in her ear.

His voice was extremely deep, provocative, suppressing abundant feelings.

In an instant, the tenderness was pulled back from the lust——

Dongfang Aoshi always called her Second Miss, not her name.

"Oriental pride... um..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his red lips were immediately blocked.

The whole bed was shaking.

Rourou took a lot of effort, grabbed Dongfang Aoshi's hair, and finally escaped, panting, "What did you call me just now?"

"Rou'er..." Dongfang Aoshi seemed really drunk, he leaned against her ear and murmured deeply.

With every heavy rhythm, Dongfang Aoshi whispered tenderness in such a low voice, as if venting the long suppressed emotions...

Beside him... the ups and downs of tenderness, but deeply frowned...

********************************************************************* ***********

after the end.

Dongfang Aoshi turned over, hugged Wen Rou to his body, and let her lie on his stomach.

Dongfang Aoshi closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Gentle but not sleepy at all.

In my mind, the scene just now kept echoing.

Rouer...

Dongfang Aoshi would actually use such a boring name to address himself.

Moreover, it was still that depressing tone...

"Oriental pride?"

"..."

"Oriental pride?"

"..."

"Are you asleep?" Gentle stretched out her hand, wanting to touch him, to see if he was really asleep...