Proud Young Master Pampers Her

In the next moment, Rong Jinchu pulled hard on her hand, stretched out a leg, and placed her on it.

Like a curious child, he suddenly discovered a toy that suited his heart and played with her fingers over and over again.

In fact, Mi Su's body was slightly thin, she was thin and exquisite, she had everything that was supposed to be there, but it was not exaggerated at all, she had the right curves, but her fingers were not the slender fingers that matched her body, but rather white, short, somewhat fleshy.

The touch of it in his palm was especially smooth.

Rong Jinchu pulled her hand, and under Mi Su's nervous gaze, he opened his mouth and grabbed her finger.

A gentle kiss, densely packed on her finger.

Temperature, dampness and heat.

Mi Su's breathing slowed down, her heart raced.

Waves of hot air came from his fingertips.

where...

There was also an unusual feeling of shivering.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to retract her hand, but was helplessly bitten by Rong Jinchu.

Evil Qi surged in his eyes, as he looked straight at Mi Su, as if he had guessed that her fingers were the most sensitive part of her body.

Mi Su, "..."

After being teased until her cheeks were red and her entire body was hot, Rong Jinchu released her and carried her upstairs.

From start to finish, the butler, Lin Feng, and the bodyguards all lowered their heads.

When they disappeared into the stairwell, they looked at each other in tacit understanding.

Lin Feng: "Butler, isn't Young Master Rong being too lenient this time?"

The butler: "That's right, I believe that the Young Master Rong's tolerance towards the Miss Mi has already surpassed the level of the world's normal operations."

Lin Feng said, "I feel the same way."

Housekeeper: "So, in the bedroom drawer, I put Hehehe the essential items."

Lin Feng suddenly understood and gave the butler a thumbs up.

As expected, old ginger is spicier!

After Mi Su finished showering, she saw Rong Jinchu lying on the bed, with a book in hand.

Hearing the noise, Rong Jinchu threw the book to the side and waved Mi Su over.

She had just finished showering, and her hair was neatly draped over her round eyes. The water in her eyes was moist, and with the addition of her milky white nightgown, she looked like a cute little puppy.

Mi Su twisted her fingers and obediently climbed onto the bed.

She was a person who valued her life most. As for her innocence, she was temporarily discarded.

Furthermore, she was in Rong Jinchu's hands, if Rong Jinchu wanted to do something to her, even a weak girl like her would not be able to resist.

Rong Jinchu carried her in his arms and covered her with the blanket before turning off the light in her room.

With her there, his sleep was always particularly good.

The bedroom was pitch black.

The atmosphere was indescribably tense.

Mi Su lay stiffly in Rong Jinchu's embrace, she could feel that there was a big hand slowly swimming upwards from his waist, his warm fingers moving downwards from his shoulders …

Touch...

His fingertip rested on her slender waist …

This completely unfamiliar sensation made Mi Su quiver!

In his mind, he recalled Xia Anan's bullsh * tty words with the police.

Could it be …

She would soon be ruined …

"Ha!"

It was Rong Jinchu's low laughter.

There was a trace of teasing in her dark and moving voice.

The low tone, the deep quality, reminded people of the March breeze, cool and warm.

Just when Mi Su decided that once Rong Jinchu made a move, he would fight back with his life on the line, Rong Jinchu actually withdrew his hand, buried his head into her collarbone, and lightly touched it with the tip of his nose, smelling it lightly.

"You smell good. Is that body fragrance?"

Mi Su was also not clear, so she answered vaguely, "... It could be the fragrance of a bath. "