Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning was stunned. His flexible thin lips were firmly attached to her lips. There was no element of fraud. He was not teasing her, but really kissing her.

Her hands, pulled apart by his hands, were fixed on both sides of her body. Without the blocking of her arms, there was no gap between them.

She can even feel each other's heartbeat, her disorder and his composure.

The grinding on her lips made her tremble. She couldn't let him do whatever he wanted. She was cruel, opened her mouth and took a heavy bite, and the smell of blood immediately filled between their lips and teeth.

Leng Youchen let go of her. His eyes were dark and his expression was evil. A blood bead appeared on his thin lips. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it. He looked unspeakably frivolous.

Wei Anning's heart trembled. She looked away and looked at the arrow target hanging on the gym wall. Almost the arrow hit the red heart. It can be seen how ferocious the target shooter was.

"Did you shoot that?"

Leng Youchen looked along her line of sight and looked a little proud, "is there anyone else in this room except me?"

"Are you so good?" Wei Anning squinted at him, hoping to divert his attention by talking, and then moved out from under him bit by bit.

Leng Youchen couldn't see that she was so careful. He picked his eyebrows and looked at her meaningfully, "don't you believe it? Would you like to try? "

"Try what?"

Leng Youchen leaned down, opened his mouth and bit her earlobe. He said in a dumb voice, "I'm not only good at shooting the target, but also good at shooting. Do you want to try?"

The burning breath sprayed on the cochlea. Wei Anning was trembling with sensitivity and her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She stammered, "no, no, I don't want to try."

How could Leng Youchen let her go so easily? He lingered on her. Somewhere he bravely stood against her and continued to bewitch: "my skills are very good. You will regret it if you don't try."

So she regretted it now. She would rather stay in the room like the end of the world than be imprisoned by him, because this man is more dangerous than a hurricane and more terrible than the end of the world.

Wei Anning was a little dizzy. She broke off her hands, supported his shoulders and tried to lift him, "you, you get up."

Leng Youchen not only didn't get up, but pressed the weight of her whole body on her. She was so pressed that she couldn't breathe.

She was so angry that she rolled her eyes. "I'm going to be crushed by you. Get up quickly."

"I have no strength. You squeezed it out just now." Leng Youchen put his chin on her shoulder. The delicate body in his arms was soft and comfortable. He didn't want to move.

Wei Anning had difficulty breathing. Her cheeks were red. She didn't know where the strength came from. She opened him with force and rolled on the spot for a few times. Out of his control, she sat up and gasped heavily.

Leng Youchen lay on his back on the floor with his arms straight and looked at her. "Come and lie with me for a while."

"No!" Wei Anning hurriedly grasped his clothes, shook his head like a rattle and stared at him like a wolf.

Leng Youchen took a deep look at her, slightly raised his thin lips and said lightly, "if I really want to do something to you, you can't escape just now."

Wei Anning vented his anger. There is a natural disparity between men and women in physical strength. If Leng Youchen used it just now, she really can't escape, because she doesn't even have the strength to shake him.

She was angry, angry with him and angry with herself. She knew he was a dangerous man. The first thing she thought of was him.

She stared at his legs, her tone full of malice, "I said, aren't your legs lame?"