He had a quiet and huge aura all over his body. Jiang Shu's fear was brought to its extreme at this moment, and his well-chosen words had long since disappeared.
It was so sudden, I didn’t know how to react.
"...You're back..." Jiang Shu finally regained some sense and spoke softly.
Unexpectedly, the next second, the man's hand suddenly exerted force, and he pressed up with his whole body, pressing her forcefully under him. Jiang Shu let out a soft cry, pressed his hands against his chest, and tightened his muscles.
The man's eyes were a little playful, then he buried his head in her neck, and finally said, "When did you come?"
Jiang Shu's heart beat unsteadily, "Don't you know?"
"If I don't come back today, are you going to wait like this?"
The warm breath gently blew against her small ears, tickling her slightly.
"I said I would wait for you..."
Fu Shiyan's face moved slightly.
"I've been socializing for too long and wasted my time." This was my explanation to her.
He remembered that when he returned to the villa not long ago, the servant on duty told him that his wife had been waiting for him for a long time.
Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, the little woman huddled beside the bed has fallen asleep. She sleeps peacefully and quietly. She only occupies a small corner. Her black hair is spread out and her porcelain-white face is filled with emotion.
A little powder.
The moment he saw her, Fu Shiyan's restless heart seemed to find its home immediately. The words he wanted to wake up the woman stopped in his throat. He stepped back, sat aside, and looked at her quietly with a small lamp on.
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She seemed to be dreaming about something, her chest suddenly rose and fell, her lips and teeth murmured, and she whispered something.
Fu Shiyan leaned forward to listen, and then his heart was shocked. She was saying: "Fu Shiyan..."
Then he understood her thoughts.
Such a Jiang Shu has her own arrogance but is not stubborn. She is good at bowing her head and knows how to find the perfect solution.
That's enough. Fu Shiyan thought as he pressed on Jiang Shu.
She took this step to show weakness, and she happened to pinch him seven inches. At this point, he would definitely not be in trouble again.
The man's kisses fell on her lips, shoulders, and neck one after another, easily igniting her cold body and making it hot. He tore off her coat skillfully. Jiang Shu couldn't figure out what he was doing.
The routine, suppressing the yelling, "I have something to tell you..."
Little did he know that her kitten-like meowing actually aroused the man's passion.
Fu Shiyan's hand stopped for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and he lit fires everywhere again, "Take what you want to say, and I don't guarantee that I will be merciful if you say it."
The implication is: If you don't want to suffer tonight, don't talk.
Jiang Shu is not a stubborn woman. She knows the tricks well and no longer resists.
The sound of clothes tearing brought Jiang Shu back to her senses. She suddenly remembered something. She opened her eyes wide. Fu Shiyan took a step ahead of her, raised his body slightly, lowered his eyes to take a good look at her clothes. His eyes gradually deepened.
With a half-smile, he said, "Jiang Shu, are you dressed like this to talk to me, such a dangerous man?"
The last two words have an upturned ending.
Jiang Shu only wore a black silk skirt underneath, not covering anything that should be covered. Under the yellowish light, the woman's porcelain white skin was alluring, and the clothes that were closer to the body made people's blood rush.
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Hook. Love hook. Desire to seduce people's hearts.
Jiang Shu's face was so red that it almost bled. Knowing that he had nowhere to escape, he turned away in despair and resisted silently.