In the morning, the warm sunshine peeked in quietly through the window screen.
Mo Xi'er opened her eyes and found herself in Nangongze's arms. His arms were casually placed across her waist, sleeping deeply.
His facial features were impeccably handsome. When he was sleeping, he was not as domineering and cold as usual, just like a sleeping angel.
She smiled slightly.
This year, she has never been so nostalgic for his strong and warm embrace.[
After every pleasure, she would go to the shower room to wash away his traces and smell.
This was the first time that she showed no sign of hating him.
Last night was also the first time, they were extremely entangled, without violence or anger. Throughout the night, she was pushed to the clouds by him again and again, and she felt extremely happy again and again.
Her fingers couldn't help but touch his soft lips.
After only touching her for a while, he opened his mouth and gently pointed at her finger. His dark eyes were filled with a deep smile and he said: "If you keep touching her like this, I'm afraid we will come again."
I exercised this morning.”
She wanted to retract her hand quickly and said with a grimace: "Don't you want to exercise anymore? I exercised countless times last night and I'm in severe pain now."
He just wanted to suck her dry last night, he didn't stop at all, and he fell asleep around dawn.
She doesn't want to continue anymore, okay?
But that was just her thought. In an instant, he turned over and pressed her down, entangled his limbs together, gently combed her smooth black hair with his hands, looked at her deeply, and said: "Have I ever told
You, every time I want you, why can’t I get enough?”
Xi'er's face heated up. How should she answer such a direct question?
He looked at her seductive figure, his gaze was so hot that it almost burned her. It was a deep sea of eagerness and desire, a passion and desire that wanted to drown her.
She wanted to avoid that look, but she couldn't avoid it, as if she was tightly locked inside.
She deliberately said: "Young Master Nangong has so many women, and he has a different bed partner every night. Of course, that aspect is special... you have to have enough women, not just me." When she said it later, her tone was sour.
.
He raised his eyebrows with joy in his heart: "Are you finally jealous?" God knows that in the past year, in order to make her jealous, he kept looking for other women to make her angry.
Unexpectedly, she didn't respond at all, and he became more and more depressed. In the end, he didn't have any sexual attraction towards other women at all.
On the contrary, as soon as he saw her, he couldn't stop wanting her. He couldn't get enough of that sweet taste.
He bit her nasty cherry lips, and then raised his head: "You are the only one, and you are the only one who doesn't have enough. Other women, that's just..." A kind of need.
Being with her is an endless joy.
He didn't say any more.[
His actions represented everything. This sultry little fairy was his Achilles heel. He was exhausted yesterday, but he could press on her and kiss her sweetness, which made him full of energy again.
The two lingered for a while, and then changed the venue to the shower room.
The result was that when Xi'er wanted to take a bath to sober up, Nangong Ze followed her in again and hugged her from behind while the water was being sprinkled on her.
She whispered: "Ze, can you let it go? If you continue, we have been doing it all morning. Don't you feel hungry?"