Use My Life For Your Happiness

Ji Xiaobei doesn't believe it. It seems that I don't believe it.

After all, I used to say him sarcastically.

He came up to touch my forehead, I took his hand, gently blow a smile: "it's true, take care of me, Ji Xiaobei."

"Good." He replied kindly.

Then I kiss him. This time, instead of avoiding, I embrace his neck to greet his kiss. His warm tongue teases me in my mouth, hugs me and presses me on the sofa. His big hand caresses the delicate curve of my body and teases my sensory reaction.

Little kisses make me lose my mind. His breathing became short, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his palm swam on my skin all the time, and the place where his fingertips crossed drew out the sighs from the bottom of my heart, and the shivering, gasping and singing from the bottom of my heart.

I felt his hardness on my belly. The two people on the sofa seem to have hidden a volcano in their blood vessels. All the heat is up to the top of their heads. Their hearts and souls are scattered, leaving only their bodies to react honestly.

He took off their clothes and rubbed each other's skin tightly.

Come in hard, I groan in pain.

"Ji Xiaobei." I bit his chin: "I will be your mistress, let me fall, I am the devil."

As he banged, the sparks were so hot that I held him tight.

Entangled so closely, love so urgent, only to hold him, will not fall from the world.

He said hoarsely in my ear, "you are not a devil, you are an angel."

I smile, holding his neck, Ji Xiaobei, do you still read fairy tales? Do you believe in angels? How lovely, my lover.

Lying in his arms, quietly feeling the warm thick chest, rising and falling is his powerful breathing.

At four in the morning, I couldn't sleep again.

Aching and uncomfortable all over, he pulled his hand to turn over and lie down better, but he turned on the light at the head of the bed, sat up and took a cigarette: "do you want to throw me a ticket again, and then leave?"

I couldn't help giggling, looking at how unsavory his smoking was, so I went over and took a hard puff.

He glanced at me and put out the cigarette at the head of the bed: "smoking too much is bad for your health."

"Don't tell me that you haven't slept yet. You're worried that I'll leave again."

He pressed up and laughed: "I see you have a good rest and want to fight 300 more times."

"Ji Xiaobei, pick me up tomorrow."

"Look at the time."

"I'm beginning to regret it. You take care of me. Don't you do something for me?"

"Only women work for me, who dares to let me work for them?" he said

"Be careful, I'll find another gold owner." I said something lazily and slid down to lie down.

He hugged my waist: "go to sleep, it will be dawn in a while, tomorrow I have a messy meeting, you have to go to work."

"From today on, it doesn't matter whether you come back or not. It doesn't matter whether you have a woman outside, but you have to give me 100000 yuan a month, which is the price to support me."

As soon as he pulled the quilt, he covered my face angrily: "how can I talk too much? If I don't sleep, I haven't cleaned up enough for you."

It's better to make some words clear first.

When I wake up, he is no longer there. Being a mistress is different from being a servant. I didn't get up in the morning to squeeze toothpaste for him.

There is a card on the bedside table. I immediately call to check it, but there are as many as seven million in it.

How many years does he want to take care of me?

Ji Xiaobei, I can't understand his mind.