It was obvious that she was sleeping with Qin Chenfeng and that everything on her body was filled with traces of love. If that was the case, why did he still kiss her?
Who does he think she is?!
The hot big palm was printed on her cold skin, and the familiar touch felt like an electric current. Ning Yazhi's body couldn't keep up with her heart at all. She instinctively enjoyed the pleasure brought by the palm and trembled instantly.
Mu Chengfeng kissed her crazily, his lips and tongue roaming wildly in her mouth, sucking in her sweetness, teasing her sensitivity, and sweeping through her mouth like a violent storm.
But his eyes were coldly looking at the woman he kissed.
Her reaction was as enthusiastic as ever. Watching her sink into his arms little by little, his eyes became colder, while his kisses and movements became more and more crazy.
He tore off her bra and kneaded her round body wantonly.
Ning Yazhi tried her best to resist the pleasure he brought, and tried her best to resist his various teasing on her body. No, no, she didn't want to be like this.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw his cold eyes, which seemed to be full of sarcasm, sarcastically saying that she was a little slut who couldn't live without a man.
A huge sense of humiliation welled up from the bottom of her heart, and she wanted to push him away, but he hugged him very tightly, and she couldn't struggle at all.
The hot tongue was still in her mouth, kissing her coldly and wildly.
A noble and contemptuous look.
Ning Yazhi simply couldn't bear that look in her eyes. She didn't know whether her body was shaking violently because of his teasing, anger, or humiliation.
It was a chill coming from the bottom of my heart.
He insulted her in this way, which was more cruel and painful than killing her directly.
Stubborn tears fell from his bruised face, and Ning Yazhi saw how hideous and ugly the reflection in his eyes was.
Yes, this was his way of telling her that she was a little slut who could do anything for anyone, and any man could have sex with her, but she, Ning Yazhi, just couldn't live without a man.
That cold, contemptuous look was like a knife stabbing into her heart. All dignity was worthless in front of him.
She hated, hated this feeling of being without dignity, hated him for kissing her like this.
Ning Yazhi has never hated a man so much, so much that she would die with him even at all costs——
She knew too well that there was nothing she or her body could do about his kisses and teasing. The only thing that could stop her body from sinking was...
A trace of hateful despair flashed across her eyes, and she bit the tip of her tongue.
Blood instantly filled each other's mouths, like an aphrodisiac. Mu Chengfeng kissed more wildly and crazily. He taunted her in her ears: "Little slut, did he kiss you like this? Did he touch you like this?
You? Does this part of your body drive him crazy?" As he spoke, he held her soft round body firmly.
"Ah..." A groan of pain and pleasure escaped from his throat.
Ning Ya hated her reaction so much. She saw her body rippling like spring water in his hands again. This time, she bit his lip hard, biting it hard and stretching it, so that he couldn't.
Find a way to kiss her.
"Damn it! Let me go!" There was an animal-like bloodthirsty impatience in his eyes, and his tone was extremely cold.
Of course, Ning Yazhi refused to let him go. She met his wolf-like bloodthirsty gaze with hatred, and her eyes were full of stubborn provocation. She clearly believed that she was sleeping with Qin Chenfeng, and that everything about her was filled with pleasure.
- Traces of love, if that's the case, why do you still kiss her?
Who does he think she is?!
The hot big palm was printed on her cold skin, and the familiar touch felt like an electric current. Ning Yazhi's body couldn't keep up with her heart at all. She instinctively enjoyed the pleasure brought by the palm and trembled instantly.
Mu Chengfeng kissed her crazily, his lips and tongue roaming wildly in her mouth, sucking in her sweetness, teasing her sensitivity, and sweeping through her mouth like a violent storm.
But his eyes were coldly looking at the woman he kissed.
Her reaction was as enthusiastic as ever. Watching her sink into his arms little by little, his eyes became colder, while his kisses and movements became more and more crazy.
He tore off her bra and kneaded her round body wantonly.
Ning Yazhi tried her best to resist the pleasure he brought, and tried her best to resist his various teasing on her body. No, no, she didn't want to be like this.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw his cold eyes, which seemed to be full of sarcasm, sarcastically saying that she was a little slut who couldn't live without a man.
A huge sense of humiliation welled up from the bottom of her heart, and she wanted to push him away, but he hugged him very tightly, and she couldn't struggle at all.
The hot tongue was still in her mouth, kissing her coldly and wildly.
A noble and contemptuous look.
Ning Yazhi simply couldn't bear that look in her eyes. She didn't know whether her body was shaking violently because of his teasing, anger, or humiliation.
It was a chill coming from the bottom of my heart.
He insulted her in this way, which was more cruel and painful than killing her directly.
Stubborn tears fell from his bruised face, and Ning Yazhi saw how hideous and ugly the reflection in his eyes was.
Yes, this was his way of telling her that she was a little slut who could do anything for anyone, and any man could have sex with her, but she, Ning Yazhi, just couldn't live without a man.
That cold, contemptuous look was like a knife stabbing into her heart. All dignity was worthless in front of him.
She hated, hated this feeling of being without dignity, hated him for kissing her like this.
Ning Yazhi has never hated a man so much, so much that she would die with him even at all costs——
She knew too well that there was nothing she or her body could do about his kisses and teasing. The only thing that could stop her body from sinking was...
A trace of hateful despair flashed across her eyes, and she bit the tip of her tongue.
Blood instantly filled each other's mouths, like an aphrodisiac. Mu Chengfeng kissed more wildly and crazily. He taunted her in her ears: "Little slut, did he kiss you like this? Did he touch you like this?
You? Does this part of your body drive him crazy?" As he spoke, he held her soft round body firmly.
"Ah..." A groan of pain and pleasure escaped from his throat.
Ning Ya hated her reaction so much. She saw her body rippling like spring water in his hands again. This time, she bit his lip hard, biting it hard and stretching it, so that he couldn't.
Find a way to kiss her.
"Damn it! Let me go!" There was an animal-like bloodthirsty impatience in his eyes, and his tone was extremely cold.
Of course, Ning Yazhi refused to let him go. She met his wolf-like bloodthirsty eyes with hatred, and her eyes were full of stubbornness.