Beloved 99 times: arrogant police superintendent hard to deal

As soon as her voice fell, the quilt on her body was lifted by the man.

Her pupils shrank in shock. Before she could speak, he kissed her lips. The aggressive kiss fell. He drove straight in and entangled her.

Qiao Jiang's face was covered with rich blood, and even his body was a little red.

She struggled hard, noticed the man's action, and her pupils shrank sharply.

As soon as he wanted to protect his hands, he caught them first and held them on his head.

He left her lips, and his deep eyes stared at her tightly, full of aggression.

He got up slightly, took out the belt of his bathrobe and tied her hands.

Then, the fingers all the way down, the fingertips flicked, and the dark voice sounded irresistibly, "separate."

Qiao Jiang looked at him incredulously.

"You... Dirty!"

He was very close to her, and they were breathing with each other.

He looked at her eyes, gently like years of precipitation into the bone marrow. After a long time, his heart trembled.

This man has a very nice face. He looks very clean, cold and expensive. His dark eyebrows are like works of art vividly outlined by the master's ink pen!

Looking at the crimson color on her face, the man's lips were slightly hooked, and the charming voice sounded in her ears.

"This is forbidden medicine. Holding it for a long time is bad for your health."

Qiao Jiang was almost laughed with anger.

This white lotus, does she hold it for a short time?

She grinded her teeth. "I've been in a coma for so long. Why do you have to wait until I wake up?"

After a word, Qiao Jiang looked away uneasily.

What the hell is she talking about?

As if very eager!

He tightened her embarrassed and shy look under his eyes, gently picked his eyebrows and eyes, and naturally explained.

"You feel better when you're awake."

"... you!" Qiao Jiang was almost out of breath.

This man, dressed in a suit and shoes, has a graceful demeanor and wears a multi-layer halo. He always gives people a feeling that he can only look from a distance and can't be blasphemous.

At first glance, he looks like a ascetic monk, not close to women and upright. In fact, he has been refreshing the shameless lower limit.

Facing his hot eyes, she spit out some words, "you don't want face!"

She can't count. This is the first time she said this.

"Well..."

As she said a word, he suddenly grabbed her two legs and held them firmly in the palm of his hand.

Qiao Jiang trembled slightly.

The next moment, he lifted his leg.

Her body was sour and soft. She was like a cat with sharp nails cut off. She could only be slaughtered by him.

His knees were folded to his chest in an arc of shame.

"Gu Liancheng, you... Um..."

She suddenly shrunk, her body couldn't help trembling, and her eyebrows frowned.

Gu Liancheng untied the strap that tied her hand at this time.

Free, she held his arms tightly, not knowing whether to hold them tightly or push them away.

The next moment, she said softly, "you... You... Go out..."

Listening to the voice that seemed to be coquettish and angry, the man raised his lips slightly and bent over.

Qiao Jiang's face became more and more red and trembled under him.

All the weak resistance gradually fell under his hot offensive.

Night, still very long.