Doting on the Masked Wife

Originally, when she said something else, Murong Lie just listened to and smiled amusedly and affectionately. Anyway, what he had already decided would not change.

——For Ning Tonger, he will never let go.

Even if he made a hasty decision at the scene of the car accident, but he picked up her little body full of bruises and blood stains and held her in his arms, knowing that he would not regret it.

But now, he didn't know who else besides her could affect his emotions like this, enter his heart unconsciously, steal his smile, and easily arouse his anger.

He has already fallen.

Unknowingly.

Although it's ridiculous, a monstrous president who has been slutty for many years, but can anesthetize himself with alcohol, women, and cigarettes, is planted in the hands of a simple little girl like this.

But the fact is like this, and he has no room to think about it.

He wants to keep her.

That's it.

It's normal for her not to be willing, and anyone can understand her unwillingness and grievance. He can let her scold him.

But there was only one thing - he absolutely couldn't stand her calling other men's names, the more important this man was to her, the more he felt a thorn in his heart.

The emotion of jealousy is so strange, but it comes so strongly.

Can't stand it.

Ning Tong'er's lips were sealed by him, and she could only stare at him accusingly with a pair of big eyes, as if saying: Let me go, you shameless bastard!

Without thinking, Murong Lie raised his hand to cover her eyes, not letting her accusing eyes fall into his eyes, because he is already in a bad mood now.

And it was all because she called out the hateful four words "Brother Qingyi".

The tip of Murong Lie's tongue touched her lips, sucking deeply with a taste of punishment, but gradually, the nature of the punishment changed.

His breathing was also a little messy, and he deepened the kiss unknowingly, sucking her lips in a way that he had never kissed any woman before, probing and demanding.

The hand that blocked her eyes was loosened at some point, and slowly slid towards her chest, which was only wearing underwear...

Breathing is messy.

My heart was beating faster than ever before.

What had been anger and jealousy melted into desire for her.

He slid his hand into her underwear...and stopped.

He raised his eyes, and the dark eyes, shining with the flame of desire, met hers.

Those big eyes were full of crystal clear tears, and the teardrops were sliding down from the corners of her eyes, flowing onto the gauze on her face, moistening the gauze.

Murong Lie was taken aback for a moment, and the hand on her delicate chest stopped there.

Ning Tong'er was not only crying, but also looked at him with hatred and despair - he was taken aback again.

He let her go and sat up on the bed.

Heartbeat, still fast.

Breath, still a little messy.

But he couldn't look into these eyes, right here, he wanted her.

He can disregard the world's vision, and he never cares what the world says, he doesn't care!

As long as it is what he wants and what he wants to do, no one can stop him.

It's useless for anyone to object.

However, he didn't know when, he was actually looked into the bottom of his heart by these pure eyes, and since when, his heart softened and melted towards her.

At first, I just wanted to get her and keep her by my side, like a cute little pet.

From where it started, he got deeper than he could have ever imagined.

He got off the bed and turned his back to her. His tall and handsome back had a domineering aura, and his shoulders trembled slightly suppressing desire.