Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning rolled his eyes angrily. "Go and pour you water, young master."

When he was drunk, he came back to mess with her. I really wanted to beat him up and see if he would be honest. The shackles around his waist disappeared. Wei Anning hurriedly came down from his leg, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

The man's eyebrows were as clear as a picture. He leaned lazily against the wheelchair. His posture was probably uncomfortable. Mei Feng was frowning all the time. She handed over her water cup, but he didn't answer it. He just stared at her with those deep Phoenix eyes like the sea.

She was flustered. "Why are you staring at me? Drink water."

"Feed me." Under the loving light and shadow, the man was full of laziness, and the yellow light was broken in his pupils, with a deep evil charm.

The black bow tie was loosely hung around her neck. Three buttons were opened at the collar of her shirt. Some of them were stacked disorderly on her chest. The strong and strong chest was looming. He looked at her and acted coquettish for no reason. The evil spirit made her palpitate.

Her heart was unsteady and trembling.

She clenched her hand and leaned close. The charming smell of wine mixed with the smell of male hormones came to her nose. Her breath stagnated and her heart beat.

She put the cup against his thin lips, but the man didn't drink. His dark eyes stared at her for a moment, "madam is stupid. It's not this way of feeding. Mouth to mouth."

Wei Anning's face was as red as rouge when she heard the words "mouth to mouth". She stared at him angrily, "Leng Youchen, don't make trouble without reason."

"Madam, thirsty and uncomfortable." A man has beautiful eyes. When he looks at you with pathetic eyes, it's really hard to refuse his request.

Wei Anning pursed her lips, didn't want to talk to him, and couldn't ignore him. She looked down at the water lines shaking in the cup and thought it wasn't the first kiss anyway. What's the affectation?

She drank a lot of water, held his firm chin in her small hand, and covered his thin lips firmly.

The man's thin lips opened slightly. She slowly crossed the water. The lips of the two people didn't fit very closely. Water droplets dripping down the lips of the two people and wet the man's trousers.

Wei Anning finished feeding water and was about to leave. The back of her head was controlled by his burning. She lost her focus and hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold his chest. The muscles under the palm were strong and hidden a dangerous explosive force.

The intensity of entanglement on the lips increased, and the beautiful appearance of their lips and teeth intertwined was reflected on the glass sliding door next to them, which shamed the moonlight into the clouds.

A kiss made both of them throbbing. At the end, Wei Anning didn't know when he was already sitting on Leng Youchen's lap. She lay on his shoulder panting, star eyes intoxicated, cherry lips red and swollen, a devastated look, cold Youchen was boiling with blood.

They embrace each other quietly and enjoy this rare warm time.

Calm down. Wei Anning was embarrassed. The smell on his lips was still on her lips. She struggled to get up. He refused. Her voice was hoarse and tired. "Madam, you have a headache. Press it for me."

Wei Anning was helpless. Drunken men can torture people too much. She said, "lying on the sofa is uncomfortable for you to sit like this."

"Yes."

They changed from the wheelchair to the sofa. Leng Youchen pillowed on her lap. She stretched out her hand and pressed his temple with a little force, "how's the party tonight? Has your wish been achieved?"