Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"OK?" Dongfang Shijin was obviously dissatisfied with such an answer and frowned. "I thought you would miss these after these days."

"Specially prepared for me?"

"Of course."

“……”

Ye Qingcheng got such a positive answer, and a touch of complexity appeared on his face.

What is he doing?

Is it really a slap to a sweet jujube again and again?

And most importantly, he is so unpredictable every time.

For example, if he catches her trying to escape, he must punish her or threaten her.

But he didn't, but it didn't happen.

This made Ye Qingcheng nervous, as if he would die at any time, and as if nothing had happened.

This feeling is really damn bad.

The clearest point is that such a meal can not please her, let alone make her heart loose.

"How? Unhappy?" Dongfang Shijin certainly caught every look on her face.

"Should I be happy?"

"Naturally, you should be happy to have me so considerate to you."

"Then I hope you don't force my will or threaten me, which will make me less hate you."

Dongfang Shijin couldn't help smiling when she heard her words. The woman really went up with the vine.

"As long as you are clever."

"Is this what you want?" Ye Qingcheng frowned and felt his approach. He was a little uneasy in his heart. He was so uneasy every minute and second when he was with the man.

Be clever?

He'll let her go?

"Of course not," he approached her ear, and his hot breath sprayed on Ye Qingcheng's neck, which excited Ye Qingcheng.

Smart as the Oriental world brocade, he naturally knows what ye Qingcheng is thinking.

It should be said that there is only one thing in Ye Qingcheng's mind, that is, when he can leave him. Without careful speculation by Dongfang Shijin, the answer is naturally very clear.

"What do you want?" Ye Qingcheng subconsciously moved aside and opened the distance between himself and him.

"Take your heart."

“……”

"I want you to love me and surrender to me."

The magnetic male voice is bewitched by hell, like the wild rose in the night wind outside, wild and tempting.

With an irresistible deterrent.

His hot hand climbed up inch by inch along her waist.

Her heart thumped under his hand.

He can really feel her heartbeat

"You dream." Ye Qingcheng was cold. His other arm wrapped around her waist and tightly hugged her breathing.

Love him?

Ha, this is something Ye Qingcheng will never do until he dies!

"Do you think I'll fall in love with someone who rapes and humiliates me?" Ye Qingcheng mocked and moved his lips, "it's impossible to dream."

"If I say, love me, I'll let you go?"

"Then I'd rather be imprisoned by you," Ye Qingcheng paused, "but I'll try my best to escape from you."

He lowered his head and deeply breathed the aroma of her neck, as if he hadn't heard Ye Qingcheng's words.

“……”

"Love is not forced, just like the sand in the palm of your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it loses."

Ye Qingcheng's body stiffened for a moment, but he couldn't get away from his approach.