Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

The tempting voice came straight into his ears. Han Sicheng had a meal at his feet. Although his face had not changed, his heart was like a huge wave, which made him stiff. He took a deep breath and calmed down. Then he continued to walk towards the bed. Now he can't stand the slightest temptation from her. Ye Qingxia felt that Han Sicheng's embrace was suddenly as stiff as a puppet. She twisted in his arms and wanted to find a comfortable position to rely on, but she felt that the embrace became more rigid. She didn't know that although she only moved slightly in his arms, Han Sicheng felt a fire on his body. Her cold body had a great attraction to him, and only a few willpower remained to suppress his impulse. Ye Qingxia suddenly found that Han Sicheng was getting hotter and hotter. They were only separated by a thin shirt and a thin blanket. The high temperature on his skin kept coming, which made her become hotter and hotter, and they sweated thinly. A little uncomfortable... So she twisted again in his arms. Han Sicheng's repressed thoughts rushed to his heart. He leaned against her wet head in a dumb voice and said, "don't move!" If you move again, the gun will go off! He is a man with normal psychology and physiology. It is very natural and normal for him to be moved and emotional in front of the person he likes, and even to want to rub her into his body. Although his concentration fell apart and collapsed as early as the moment he opened the bathroom door. But he was still sober. He controlled himself with his little remaining reason. Ye Qingxia is very obedient. She looks at him with drunk eyes and leans against him. She doesn't dare to move any more. Han Sicheng leaned down, put Ye Qingxia with a big blue towel blanket in his arms on the big bed of soft and clean big blue broken flower sheets, and then got up slowly. Although he was full of reluctance, he still planned to leave here immediately. When he still has a little sense, leave quickly, otherwise, God knows what he will do. Ye Qingxia looked at Junyan, who was close to Han Sicheng, away from her bit by bit. Her drunk eyes closed, stared at his attractive thin lips, and thought of his Dragonfly kiss when she just entered the yard door. She was not satisfied. Immediately, ye Qingxia stretched out her hands from the big blue towel and blanket, and stretched out the wrapped towel and blanket with her arms. The big blue towel and blanket were stretched out to reveal her perfect moon body. Han Sicheng saw her from head to foot clearly and completely this time. The body he had planned to leave seemed to be half suspended in the air. Ye Qingxia's white hands were weak and boneless, like vines, wrapped around his neck. She sat up, put her head up and kissed his thin lips. Han Sicheng's long, narrow and deep eyes sank, his pupils tightened, continued and dispersed, and the remaining little reason no longer existed. He responded and buried himself in deepening the kiss. He just felt that the red lips he had tasted many times were still so delicious. Ye Qingxia sank in the breath of Han Sicheng. It was full of deep kisses, which made her tremble. Han Sicheng covered her smooth back with his hands, then slowly tightened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms. His body couldn't help clinging up and gently pressed her on the bed. This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.