Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

The breathing became more and more heavy, and the stroking became more and more forceful.

The hand she had tried to stop something had also slipped feebly.

The jacket was pulled away, the sweater was ripped off, and the black cloth on the clean and jade body became more and more eye-catching.

The icy cold air made people want to curl up in the hot embrace that was close to him, but that fiery object refused to accept her. He grabbed her slender wrist indiscriminately with one hand, and pulled it up against her. On the wall, his head was lowered slightly, and he greeted the forced arch with warm lips and teeth.

The temperature rose rapidly, and his sanity gradually faded. When these things made him more and more difficult to satisfy, Ji Hang suddenly bent down and hugged her.

Before Gu Wanwan could be shocked by this change of posture, her lips had already been attacked again.

His eyes were clearly closed, but the picture in his mind was clearer than ever.

The whole world melted into the heart beating violently in the ear.

All fantasies are condensed into his eyebrows, his lips, his shortness of breath, his slender fingers...

"Chick!" Ji Hang, who stumbled towards the bedroom, felt something shatter under his feet.

He paused for half a second, and he could catch a glimpse of yellow out of the corner of his eye.

"Cuckoo chicken!" Gu Wanwan suddenly remembered her pet, and struggled to jump out of his arms.She also forgot to press the switch on the wall for a while, and half knelt on the ground and picked up the small yellow object.

When she finally saw what was in her hand, she patted her chest with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief—it was the toy she bought for Guguji, a fluffy plastic chick about its size.

Ji Hang frowned, and squatted down with her, "I stepped on your toy? Does it matter? Can I buy you a new one tomorrow?"

"It's okay," Wanwan shook his head, "I raised a chick, I bought it for companionship, I thought you stepped on it..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Hang had already sealed the conversation with a kiss.

He couldn't wait to make up for lost time with rougher moves.

When skin-to-skin contact and lip-tongue entanglement are not enough, what kind of intimacy can fill the lack in the heart?

Gu Wanwan was lying on the bed, covering her eyes with one hand, her face flushed and her heart pounding as she recalled those raging flames that seemed to burn the darkness.

The moonlight shone through the window, forming a white handkerchief-like spot on the ground.

She sat up suddenly, rubbed her hair and lay back down again.

Ji Hang is still in the bathroom.

He has been in for half an hour.

Wanwan looked at the spot of light on the ground with her eyes open, making sure she didn't hear the sound of the kitchen water heater starting up.

He still has a cold.She turned over and lay on her side beside the bed, thinking so.

When she invited him up to drink the cup of coffee that didn't exist, she didn't expect the incident to develop from another angle; It stopped abruptly for seemingly trivial reasons.

Is it fortunate or regretful?

She shook her head, not knowing herself.

After thinking about it, she got up and took out another thicker quilt from the cabinet, covered it on the bed, and covered it with a thicker quilt at night, maybe it would be better.

She doesn't have men's clothes here, and Ji Hang's pajamas must be too small for her, so she had to shake out the thin summer air-conditioning quilt on the bed, and planned to give it to him to make a bathrobe.

What I didn't expect was that Ji Hang had already come out of the bathroom while she was picking out the clothes. She turned her head and was startled. Under the steam, Ji Hang's lips became more bright red. The black hair was wet, and water droplets slid down the man's thin and tight torso...

She hurriedly closed her eyes, straightened her hands, and wanted to hand him the air conditioner, "There is no pajamas you can wear, so let's just put on this."

Cheng Jihang didn't pay attention to the air-conditioning quilt she handed out, he approached directly, gave her a deep kiss, and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice was hoarse and tense, "You help me tie it on."