Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"tasty."

After the suffocating kiss was over, Cheng Jihang leaned back on his chair with a nonchalant expression on his face.

When her slender fingers brushed the corner of her lips with the snow-white napkin, there was a cruel yet elegant beauty.

Gu Wanwan found that her eyes could not help but slide over the thin lips following his fingertips.

She also subconsciously licked the corner of her lips, her mind went blank, and she raised the red wine glass in her hand again, and drank all the wine in one gulp.

Ji Hang lifted his palm, stopping the waiter from continuing to pour wine into it.

After Wanwan drank, she still felt parched, that kind of thirst that was different from physical thirst almost dried her whole body.

"Thirsty?" Ji Hang's index finger gently touched her lips.

He slowly traced the bright red shape, until he also felt that unbearable thirst, that kind of fire spreading from his lower abdomen, and then withdrew his hand with dull eyes.

The slippery and warm touch of the fingertips, and the little bit of dampness that hesitated to speak, are all fascinating, making people feel... It can be deeper and more.

When the slight but tempting pressure to commit crimes wanted to be pulled away, Gu Wanwan, who was fascinated by the eyes, almost subconsciously bent down slightly and held it in his mouth.

Ji Hang's eyes darkened, as if there was a string in his brain that collapsed to the extreme, and it broke with a "bang".

He took a breath, stretched his fingertips a little bit inward, and entangled with the extremely soft tip of his tongue, "Do you like it?"

Wanwan's cheeks were flushed, but her whole body was limp as if all her strength had been pulled away, she just wanted to lean on his strength, "Hi... like..." She murmured at him, her eyes were like stars, dazed But shiny.

Ji Hang seemed to laugh softly, leaned over halfway, replaced fingers with lips, and breasts with tongue, raging fiercely in her mouth with some kind of incomprehensible hatred.

That kiss, like a storm on the sea, swept wildly in her mouth, his tongue was tightly wrapped around hers, and his teeth collided with hers regardless of whether he touched it, as if this kiss had exhausted his whole body She was kissing with so much strength that she didn't even have room to breathe.

At the end of the kiss, Wan Wan managed to survive almost by relying on the air he let in between his lips and tongue.

But even so, she still didn't want to separate.

Tongue is so sour, mouth is sore, but so happy.

Whether it's the different kind of sexual beauty that is different from usual, or Ji Hang's possessiveness that seems to want to engulf her in his belly, she is deeply addicted to it, so addicted that she wants to rub herself into his body hard .

But in fact, Ji Hang was not as intoxicated as she was.

The deeper he kissed the girl in his arms, the more certain parts of his body clamored for dissatisfaction.

The torment between ice and fire deeply scorched every cell in his body.

While kissing, he couldn't help moaning softly, no, these are not enough...

"Boom!" The intimate friction between the lips and teeth finally aroused the most secret desire in the depths of his body. He suddenly supported the snow-white tablecloth with both hands, and tried his best to control himself, like a bow that was collapsed to the extreme. bent over her.

The hands on the snow-white tablecloth were as elegant as marble sculptures, but the raised veins on the back of the hands showed that the owner was on the verge of losing control.

Ji Hang let go of his hand, but his lips were still reluctant to leave, slowly rubbing against hers, and together with her, he slowly breathed the air mixed with the breath of the two of them.