President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan tugged at his sleeve lightly, "Why have you kept silent, then what do you want me to do?"

"What do you think?" Feng Zhiming said lightly, his eyes fixed on the pitiful Ling Yanyan in front of him.

"How would I know? I said I'm sorry, why are you still angry? Or are you not at all..." Before Ling Yanyan could finish her words, Feng Zhiming's kiss swallowed her unfinished words .

Ling Yanyan was overwhelmed by his sudden kiss, her eyes widened.

Feng Zhiming raised the corners of his lips lightly, "You have to obey me obediently." As soon as he finished speaking, he picked her up and walked towards the second floor.

Ling Yanyan's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, for fear that if he got angry and loosened his hands, she would be pitiful.

Seeing the person in his arms hugging him tightly, Feng Zhiming let go of his hands slightly, "Ah..." Ling Yanyan screamed in fright, if she rolled down such a long circular staircase, she would die or die. It is disabled.

"You know you're afraid?" Feng Zhiming said coldly, "Aren't you very courageous?"

"You, you did it on purpose." Ling Yanyan raised her head from his embrace, looked at the smug smile on Feng Zhiming's face, and stretched out her hand to pat Feng Zhiming.

Feng Zhiming smiled, "Yanyan, what do you think?" With a light release of her hands, Ling Yanyan fell onto the soft big bed without any warning.

"You..." Ling Yanyan just half sat up when she was pressed back to the big bed by Feng Zhiming.

"How about me?" Feng Zhiming reached out and pulled down the zipper of her gauze skirt.

Ling Yanyan twisted her body, trying to avoid it, "No, don't do that."

"You have been away from me for so long, and you have been self-willed for so long, don't you think you should make it up to me?" Feng Zhiming's face moved closer and closer.

"But, I haven't..." Ling Yanyan needs to be mentally prepared.

Feng Zhiming's big hand slid into the zipper on the side of his body, stretched out his big hand towards her flat lower abdomen, and moved it lightly, "What else do you have?"

Ling Yanyan looked at him, and held the big hand that was gradually moving upwards with her small hand, "I, I want to take a shower first." Pulling away the big hand forcefully, she turned sideways and came down from the other side of the bed. When he touched the ground, he was hugged into a firm embrace again, "Okay, let's wash together." Feng Zhiming was also determined not to let Ling Yanyan get rid of him.

"Uh, isn't it good?" Ling Yanyan's eyes were wide open, washing with him, it's no different from here, no!Worse than being in bed.

"It's up to you, take a bath first, or..." Feng Zhiming's hand covered the softness of her chest through the fabric.

Ling Yanyan struggled, how could he do this?

Feng Zhiming bit her earlobe lightly, "Aren't you going to choose? Then we'll be together." After speaking, he carried her into the bathroom.

In the huge bathroom, it didn't feel crowded at all. With two or three strokes, the two of them were facing each other. They pushed open the semi-curved frosted glass sliding door of the shower room. Feng Zhiming stood under the shower head with her arms around her, fingers Gently flipping the switch, warm water flowed out, dousing the two of them.

"Don't try to avoid me, you know?" Feng Zhiming's kisses came overwhelmingly, kissing her delicate lips, his warm tongue curled up her white teeth, and slipped into her sweet mouth, Tightly entangled with her lilac tongue, Ling Yanyan had already lost her original reason, her slender arms were wrapped around his thin waist, Feng Zhiming's lips moved to her fair neck, her big hands lightly Caressing her smooth back, then lightly bit the red core on her chest, "Mmm..." Ling Yanyan moaned unconsciously.

"Don't be here." Ling Yanyan suddenly shivered from the cold, and regained consciousness.

Feng Zhiming pressed the button next to the shower a few times with his hand, and turned up the water temperature. Ling Yanyan crossed her arms and lowered her head slightly. Thinking of the kiss between the two just now, her fair face was stained with blood. Layers of blush.

"Is it still cold?" Feng Zhiming asked her, hugged her into his arms, and the warm water slid over their bodies.

After taking a bath, Feng Zhiming pushed open the door of the shower room, took a white bath towel, put it on Ling Yanyan's body, and dried her.

"I'll wipe it myself! You're covered in water too." Ling Yanyan wanted to take the towel, but Feng Zhiming refused, until she dried it, and then wrapped her in the towel.

Feng Zhiming took another bath towel and handed it to Ling Yanyan, "Honey, shouldn't it be reciprocal?"

"It turns out that you have a purpose." Although Ling Yanyan said so, she still wiped it for him. The hand holding the bath towel kept wiping only his back, then his chest, and then his lower abdomen, "wife , until when do you want to wipe it?" The big hand grabbed her small hand and moved down with the towel.

Ling Yanyan froze in place, "Well, I'm going out first." She stuffed the bath towel into Feng Zhiming's hand, and walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan's hurried back, wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom.

Ling Yanyan was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding a bottle of nourishing water in her hand. Feng Zhiming walked over and took away the bottle of water, "Honey, you are already beautiful without wiping anything." Hugged off the makeup chair and walked towards the big bed.

Feng Zhiming lay on the bed with her in his arms, and with a gentle pull of his big hand, the bath towel on his body was already off her body.

"Don't do that." Ling Yanyan shyly buried her face in his chest.

"Yanyan, look up and look at me." Feng Zhiming met her slightly drooping eyes, and slender fingers slid across her delicate cheeks, "That man, has he ever touched you?"

"No." Ling Yanyan shook her head.

"What about here?" Feng Zhiming stroked her fair neck with his fingers.

"No." Ling Yanyan still shook her head.

Feng Zhiming's big hand grasped the plumpness of her chest, "What about here?"

"No." Ling Yanyan still shook her head.

Feng Zhiming moved his big hand down his lower abdomen, "Has he never touched you?"

"Well," Ling Yanyan nodded.

"Very good! You are still my woman!" Feng Zhiming turned over to cover her soft body, and kissed every inch of her skin with gentle lips.

He still possessed her crazily, took her into his arms, and let her enjoy and linger under his body.

A thin silk quilt covered the two of them, Ling Yanyan leaned against his chest, her slender arms lay across his waist, her eyes were slightly closed, and she gasped wearily.

"Tired?" Feng Zhiming asked lazily, stroking her back.

"Mm." Ling Yanyan grunted in response.

The faint moonlight shone into the room through the gauze curtain, and the night became darker, and it was already early morning.

"Then go to sleep!" Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly, giving her a little bit of warmth.

"Will you stay with me all the time?" Ling Yanyan asked in a low voice.

Feng Zhiming tightened his hand on her waist, "Of course."

"Oh." Ling Yanyan just let out an oh, without further words.

"Why do you ask that suddenly? What are you worried about?" Feng Zhiming always felt that Ling Yanyan had been restless ever since she met Fu Nina in the villa.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It's nothing, I'm sleepy."

***** Dear friends, let’s update the last chapter first, and there will be another update later~~