President, don't mess around

"Does it hurt?" Feng Zhiming raised his head and asked her, the medicine irritated the wound on her arm.

"It doesn't hurt." Ling Yanyan smiled, with him around, how could she be in pain?

Feng Zhiming put away the medicine box, and gently blew on the wound.

Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, "Zhiming, you will always be with me, right?" She wrapped her slender arms around his waist.

"Well," Feng Zhiming nodded, lowered his head and kissed her lips, his big hand moved behind her back, with a light hook of his fingers, the metal buckle of the underwear was easily pulled open.

Ling Yanyan struggled uneasily, "No, your injury is still not healed." The little bit of reason left made her want to push him away.

"But I want you." Feng Zhiming's voice was a little hoarse, and he covered the softness of her chest with his big hands, rubbing it through the gap of her clothes.

Ling Yanyan fell in love with his affectionate and provocative kiss, and unconsciously gasped.

He unbuttoned the clothes on her chest, and began to take off the clothes on her body.

"Don't, don't be here." Ling Yanyan's little hand rested on his chest.

Feng Zhiming didn't refuse, picked her up by the waist, and walked up to the second floor.

The two of them faced each other naked, and his delicate kiss moved along her white neck, gradually to her towering chest, and then to her flat lower abdomen. In order to prevent her from being able to adapt to his entry, he did not slow down until she had done enough foreplay. Slowly enter her.

His size was constantly throbbing in her body, and her tightness drove him crazy. The whole room was filled with the sound of men's heavy panting and women's panting.

He kept wanting her again and again until she was so tired that she fell asleep. Looking at the sleeping person beside him, Feng Zhiming reached out and brushed away the hair scattered on her forehead, and stamped a letter on her smooth forehead. After kissing, he took her into his arms.

As the sky gradually brightened, Ling Yanyan opened her heavy eyelids, her whole body ached as if she had been run over by a car.

And the seat beside him was already empty, and there was still his residual warmth, and he sat up with difficulty, the quilt slid down, and his body was covered with marks of his love.

"Are you awake?" Feng Zhiming, who was wearing simple gray home clothes, stood by the door with a smile on his face, watching Ling Yanyan quickly pull up the quilt to cover her body, and strode away Going to the bed, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead, "It's time for breakfast."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the nightgown at the side and put it on her body.

"I'll do it myself." Ling Yanyan moved her body, and her whole body went limp just as her feet hit the ground. Fortunately, Feng Zhiming supported her in time.

With an evil smile on his face, he picked her up by the waist and walked to the restaurant downstairs.

Ling Yanyan looked at the breakfast on the table, light side dishes, porridge, and half-boiled fried eggs, "You made all of this?" Her face was full of surprise.

"How is it? Is a husband like me qualified?" Feng Zhiming sat down beside her and served her a bowl of porridge, "Do you want me to feed you?" He picked up a spoon in his hand.

Ling Yanyan froze for a moment, "I'll just eat it myself." After taking a bite, two tears fell from her eyes.

"What's the matter? Doesn't taste good?" Feng Zhiming frowned with thick and beautiful eyebrows.

And his question made Ling Yanyan's tears fall even more fiercely.

Feng Zhiming put down the chopsticks in his hand, and took a tissue to wipe away the tears on her face, "Is the breakfast I made so bad?"

Ling Yanyan turned around and hugged his waist tightly, "Thank you." She choked up for a long time before opening her mouth.

"Silly girl, what's there to cry about?" Feng Zhiming let her tears wet his clothes.

Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at him, "I'm touched."

Feng Zhiming hugged her, let her sit on his lap, wiped away the wet tears on her face, and said with a light smile: "If you are moved, you should eat first."

Ling Yanyan raised her face, looked at the smile on his face, and took the initiative to kiss her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You are lighting a fire." Feng Zhiming did not refuse her kiss.

After a shallow kiss, after Feng Zhiming reacted passively and took the initiative, the enthusiasm was out of control.

The nightgown on her body had already been half-faded to her waist, "No!" Ling Yanyan pressed her small hand against him, her black eyes were slightly blurred.

"Say no now, it's too late! You have to put out the fire you started!" Feng Zhiming carried her to the living room, pulled her gently with his big hand, and the silk nightgown slipped to the floor.

On the huge sofa, the two were tightly entangled.

After the love, Feng Zhiming pulled a small blanket over her body, while Ling Yanyan just lay on his chest, panting slightly, and closed her eyes.

"Tired?" Feng Zhiming asked softly.

"En." Ling Yanyan nodded.

"Then let's go upstairs." Feng Zhiming was about to get up, but Ling Yanyan spoke. "Take me to see her!"

Feng Zhiming's body froze. It turned out that she still remembered.

"Can't you? Then I'll go by myself." After Ling Yanyan finished speaking, she stood up, wrapped in a blanket, and prepared to go to the second floor.

"Are you threatening me?" Feng Zhiming took her back into his arms slightly displeased.

"I dare not!" Ling Yanyan pursed her lips tightly, she knew he was doing it for her own good, so what if he saw him?It just adds to the sadness.

Feng Zhiming hugged her slender waist tightly, "You obviously dare!"

"I..." Ling Yanyan stared at him, "If you don't go, can I go by myself? Is there such a domineering person?"

"I'm domineering, what's the matter?" Feng Zhiming frowned slightly displeased.

"Then you are domineering, I must go!" Ling Yanyan also insisted.

Feng Zhiming touched her haughty little face with his hand, "Are you really going?"

"Yes!" Ling Yanyan nodded vigorously.

"Then I won't let you get out of bed!" As soon as he finished speaking, he picked her up by the waist and walked upstairs.

Ling Yanyan kept beating him with her small hands, "Feng Zhiming, you are a big bastard, bullying people!"

"That's right! I want to bully you!" Feng Zhiming yelled back.

In the end, Ling Yanyan was still unable to resist his intrusion.

Feng Zhiming saw that she was turning her back to him with displeasure, and stretched out his arms to wrap her around her, putting his face against her smooth back, "Don't touch me!" Ling Yanyan twisted her body to break away from him.

"Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming looked helplessly at her playing with her temper.

"I can't hear you!" Ling Yanyan covered her ears with her hands.

"You really don't want to listen?" Feng Zhiming approached her ear and asked.

Ling Yanyan pouted, "Don't! Don't! Don't!" She is in a bad mood now, so ignore him.

"Since you don't want to listen, forget it, I was going to drive you there." Feng Zhiming sighed deliberately.

"What? Is what you said true?" Ling Yanyan immediately turned around, faced him, and confirmed again.

Feng Zhiming rested his head on his arms, with a relaxed look, "Didn't you say no?"

"How could I!" Ling Yanyan was cheeky and refused to admit it.

"Then you have to satisfy me first." Feng Zhiming looked like he had the upper hand, and the arc of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

Ling Yanyan stared at him, "You did it on purpose!"

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