Delicate Wife Is too Attractive

Xia Qingli rubbed against Lu Qian's body, trying to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. His soft boneless hands had already got into Lu Qian's clothes and touched his strong and strong chest.

Lu Qian straightened his body and held Xia Qingli tightly in his hands. A cold sweat seeped from his forehead. He wanted to do it on the spot.

But he can't, can't

"Lu Qian, i... I feel bad... I feel bad... Help... Help me."

Xia Qingli twisted her body unbearably. Her eyebrows were tight and her face was in pain. She wanted to alleviate the pain and discomfort, but she didn't know what to do.

Lu Qian's eyes were helpless. He sighed gently and left here with her in his arms.

Along the way, Lu Qian ran quickly. Xia Qingli in the back seat had cried sadly. His hands kept touching his body, trying to alleviate the heat of his lower abdomen.

"Lu Qian... Sobbing... Uncomfortable... Uncomfortable."

Xia Qingli's legs kept rubbing, and her hands pulled away her clothes. Her breasts were half exposed, and she gasped and groaned.

Lu Qian saw this scene in the mirror. His eyes were dark. His lower body was tight and his hand holding the steering wheel was too hard. The green tendons had burst out.

After arriving at the villa, Lu Qian took off his coat, wrapped Xia Qingli, who was nearly half naked, and quickly returned to the room.

Lu Qian put her in the bathtub full of cold water and looked at her with beautiful eyes. Her fingers gently stroked her cheek, and her eyes were full of pity.

"It hurts..."

Lu Qian subconsciously took back his hand and thought he hurt her. Suddenly... He saw a trace of bright red and grabbed her hand. Only then did he find that one of her hands was still holding tightly, and blood kept flowing out of it.

He wanted to break Xia Qingli's hand. However, she seemed to be pinching it with her life. He had no way and didn't dare to exert too much force. He was afraid to hurt her.

"Qingqing, it's me... I'm Lu Qian. Let go, will you?"

Lu Qian was full of magnetism and looked at her tenderly.

Xia Qingli looked at him vaguely, as if to confirm whether he was Lu Qian or not.

"Well..."

Lu Qian didn't wait for her answer, but a charming groan. Unable to restrain him, he couldn't bear it anymore

He lowered his head, grabbed the little red mouth that kept teasing him all the way, and swallowed all her groans. His hands seemed to be conscious. He kept groping behind Xia Qingli. Simple touching could not satisfy him. He gently untied the buttons of her underwear, covered her crisp chest with his hands and kneaded it gently.

Xia Qingli's high desire was relieved at this moment. She couldn't help bowing up and took the initiative to send herself to Lu Qian's hand. The originally clenched hand, I don't know when, had been loosened. The fragments of the tea cup fell from her hand, fell into the water, and spread a ripple.

Her response stimulated Lu Qian's repressed desire in his heart. He acted rudely but tenderly. Finally, he loosened Xia Qingli's lips, gasped slightly, and looked at her with lustful and tender eyes.

Fingers, gently stroking her purplish red and swollen lips, asked in a hoarse voice, "Qingqing, who am I?"

“……”

His response was silence.

With a low smile, Lu Qian asked again with a trace of desolation and bitterness: "Qingqing, look at me, who am I... Who am I."

Xia Qingli tried to see the vague man in front of him, and his voice was recalled in his ear: who is he?

Who is he? She wanted to see clearly, but she couldn't see clearly.

"No... no... I don't know." Xia Qingli said vaguely. Her body was unbearable and extremely painful. She didn't know anything. She didn't know who it was. She just wanted to be free. She didn't want to be so uncomfortable.

At this moment, Lu Qian's desire at the bottom of his eyes gradually dissipated. He looked at her with clear eyes and no longer covered up his most taboo sadness.

"Still not?"

This low inquiry seemed to be asking himself and Xia Qingli.

But it is doomed that no one can answer this question.

"Uncomfortable... Uncomfortable."

Lu Qian's ears were filled with Xia Qingli's voice of desire and dissatisfaction. Looking at her painful frown and her constantly twisting body, there were no waves in her heart.

"Forbearance, soon, soon."

Xia Qingli wanted to say loudly that she couldn't help it. She didn't want to bear it anymore. It was so uncomfortable. It was so uncomfortable.

"Please... Help... Help me." Xia Qingli pleaded bitterly. Tears fell asleep in the corners of her eyes, drop by drop in the bath, fused with the cold water, and could no longer distinguish each other.

"Good, soon, soon."

Lu Qian kept comforting her and changing the cold water in the bath. He didn't know how long it had been.

Xia Qingli's medicine finally passed. She no longer asked for help, no longer struggled and twisted, still locked her eyebrows, and fell asleep full of fatigue.