The Beauty of Trial Marriage

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update for a hundred days of trial marriage: the latest chapters from my husband!The quiet sleeping face made him have an urge to destroy.

And he did.

He jumped on and lifted the quilt and began to pull at her pajamas, gnawing and kissing her exposed smooth skin, leaving dark red marks one after another.

In his sleep, Ling Qianmo felt that someone was picking up her clothes and making trouble on her. The woman almost instinctively resisted.

However, the hands were easily restrained, the legs were also pressed, and the breath was instantly deprived.

The flexible tongue curled into her mouth, entangled her, that fierce posture seemed to be like her death.

Ye Zi'an controlled her hands with one hand, and pinched her waist with the other. His eyes were dark and scorching, almost burning her to ashes.

"Hmm..." The oxygen was getting thinner and thinner, and the chest was so stuffy that Ling Qianmo bit the man cruelly, tasted the smell of fishy sweetness in his mouth, opened his eyes, and there were two clusters of small flames burning. Then, "Ye Zi'an, what are you doing?"

"I want you."

I don't know when the clothes on his body have faded clean, but the man has all the clothes on his body. However, after he said this, he took off the belt and drew the zipper, and then sank directly into her body.

So fast she didn't even have a chance to resist.

However, it was a storm-like encroachment and complete plunder.

Ling Qianmo's consciousness was awake occasionally, occasionally shattered by the strong impact of a man, and would cry for mercy when he couldn't bear it at first, but later found out that the man didn't want to stop and she said nothing was useless, she could only close her teeth silently wait.

When it finally ended, she was already exhausted and couldn't even move a finger.

The sky was already shining, and the man's clothes were taken off clean at the first few times. At this time, he slid out of the bed naked and leaned over and carried her into the bathroom to clean up.

Then he was taken back to the bed, carefully covered with the quilt, and a soft kiss fell on his forehead, "Go to sleep, this weekend, don't get up so early."

Waking up this night, it was already afternoon.

Ling Qianmo stood up on her feet, her body still aching badly.

When the man was not there, Qin Ma saw her coming downstairs and immediately greeted her, "Madam, the food is always hot, are you hungry, do you want to serve it now?"

"Good!" After spending the whole night, she was really hungry.

Qin Ma's craftsmanship is very good, and even some dishes are better than Ye Zi'an.So since she came, Ye Zi'an basically stayed away from the kitchen, and she couldn't remember how long she hadn't eaten the food he cooked.

While eating, the phone rang suddenly, and the call on the screen had no name, but it was not unfamiliar.

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The Red Maple Garden is a neoclassical design style building, and the greening is an imitation Italian garden, which is quite romantic and beautiful.

The green belts are occasionally interspersed with red maple planting, which is beautiful in autumn.

However, it is deep winter, and no matter how green the plants are in the cold, they are inevitably dim.

Standing here again, Ling Qianmo felt a bit like a life away.

The security guard outside the door remembered her and greeted her with a smile, "Miss Ling, long time no see."

"Yes, long time no see." She smiled and asked the security to open the door for her, and the security let it go without saying a word.

He didn't know that this beautiful, temperamental, gentle and kind woman could no longer live here.

Standing at the door and rang the doorbell, she hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth.

Some things, she hopes to give herself an explanation.

In this way, you can simply let go when it is time to let go, and go all out when you can fight for it.

The woman who came to open the door was wearing a sexy lace suspender nightdress, just covering the position of PP, revealing two slender legs with white flowers, one of the calves is wrapped with a bandage, and there are red marks on it. It is obvious that she has just suffered Not long after the injury.

Ling Qianmo rang the phone call that Ye Zi'an received last night, and remembered the woman's tone when she asked her to watch a good show on the phone, and curled up her fingers on her side.

"Sit down." Xia Xueying's attitude was very casual, even obviously neglecting, "I didn't expect that you would actually come."

"If I'm not coming, if you don't make the phone call for nothing, won't it be particularly embarrassing?"

She poured two glasses of water over, one of them was handed to her, and she took a few sips while holding a glass, "I don't want to know how my leg hurts? Or, I don't want to ask, why am I still wearing this way at this time? "

"I'm waiting for you to tell me." Seeing her drinking, Ling Qianmo thought that the water was warm, so he reached for the water glass and prepared to take a sip.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched his finger, he shrank back, frowned and looked at Xia Xueying, who gave a small smile, "You know, I love ice water, and you love hot water, so... "

Yes, she likes to drink hot water and she likes to drink ice water.It's as if she loves ballet and she loves jazz.The two people's hobbies and personalities are very different, but she actually thinks they are destined girlfriends.

"Why don't we get straight to the point?" If you can't drink the water, just talk about the problem directly.

Xia Xueying folded her legs on the coffee table, took a cigarette and a lighter in her hand, lit one on her fingertips, and the smoke instantly swirled around.

Women's cigarettes are not as pungent as men's, but they still smell bad.

Ling Qianmo couldn't help frowning, tilted her head slightly, half-covered her hand on her face, covering her nose.

"Don't like the smell of smoke?" Xia Xueying looked at her and smiled, her eyebrows were soft and graceful, but this action was extraordinarily dusty, it was really contradictory, "I called you here, I hope you can leave Ye Zi'an."

Ling Qianmo reached out and touched the cup again. This time it was not so hot. She brought it over and took a small sip, "Miss Xia's appetite is really good. The meat and vegetables are not restricted, and those who come are always welcome."

Before looking for her for Xiang Heng, now looking for her for Ye Zi'an.

Xia Xueying chuckled, her eyes squinted and turned her long hair into a ball head. A woman wearing a beige down jacket could vaguely see a small red mark that could not be blocked under the white turtleneck sweater.

She let herself look away and returned to her bright and dazzling face, "Xiang Heng and I have passed. But Ye Zi'an and I are just misunderstanding between us. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, he arranged for me to live. Here. But if we want to start again, we must solve a problem." Looking at her, red lips lightly spit out a word, "You!"

"Oh."

There was a faint word, no special tone, and the expression was indifferent without the slightest trace, which made Xia Xueying's confidence seem to be vented invisibly.

But she glanced at the woman's indifferent appearance, and smiled, "Is the movie last night good?"