Spoiling His Wife Too Much: Chief Compulsory Love

Zhan Yan lifted his lips and gave a wry smile, turned over and sat up from An Yirou's body, raised his hand and buttoned his shirt.

Turning his head to glance at the bedroom on the second floor, the breath in his body became extremely cold.

An Yirou was a little dazed by the torment of lust, she didn't feel the change in the man at all, she just blindly stretched out her arms and climbed up Zhan Yan's neck from behind, her fiery lips lingered on his neck, occasionally stretched out Tip of tongue, lick it.

She wants to arouse more desire in this man!

Although he has been his lover for a month, in terms of material and life, this man has met all her requirements, such as house, car and tickets, as long as she asks, he will immediately deliver them to her.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhan Yan dotes on her so much that some people have even started whispering that the position of the young mistress of the Zhan family will soon fall into her hands.

However, only An Yirou knew that Zhan Yan had never touched her.

Just like before, just like today.

She was lying naked in his arms, her legs were climbing his strong waist, but his clothes were just a little messy, and he didn't even take off his pants.

The reason why she barked so loudly was that Master Zhan said that he likes to hear her bark, the louder and sexier a woman barks, the more he likes it.

Secondly, it was because of his superb flirting skills that he couldn't stop teasing her.

Thinking of this, An Yirou felt as if a fire was burning in her body, and groaned sadly twice.

"Young Master Zhan, hug me...I want to be your woman." An Yirou exhaled softly on his chest, and slid a hand from his chest to his lower abdomen like a snake, trying to relieve him again. Open his belt.

Zhan Yan's gaze was always looking at the second floor, until he felt his pants loosen and one hand was holding his little brother through the underwear, he suddenly came back to his senses, reached out and held her hand With restless hands, he pulled it out of his crotch.

He was very strong, and An Yirou's wrist seemed to be shattered.

She raised her head in shock, and saw Zhan Yan's obsidian-like eyes, emitting a cold and sharp light, bringing an infinite sense of oppression.

An Yirou was terrified, sobbed quickly, and apologized pitifully: "Young Master Zhan, I was wrong, I dare not, please don't be angry with me."

She looked so weak.

Zhan Yan didn't speak, he lowered his head and zipped up his trousers, leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply.

Amidst the smog, An Yirou carefully looked at Zhan Yan several times, until she felt his breath calm down, she boldly reached out and hugged his waist again, and rubbed her head against his chest a few times .

"Young Master Zhan, I'm sorry, I won't make you angry again, okay?"

Although An Yirou said this, she felt suspicious in her heart.

She is absolutely confident in her figure and face, and it can even be said that there is no man who does not bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

But why couldn't she climb onto this man's bed even though she tried her best?

The only time she succeeded was to keep him in her bed overnight after getting him drunk, but even so, this man never touched her at all.

After waking up the next morning, seeing the two people hugging each other naked, they only raised their eyebrows and eyes slightly, and without saying anything, they immediately ran to the bathroom to take a shower.