He didn't let her go until both of them were out of breath, "Do you remember? I remember it very clearly. Your kiss is still so intoxicating."
"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan waved her hand, but was caught by him before it fell.
Feng Zhiming smiled evilly and came closer to her face, "You remembered, didn't you?" At this time, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Feng Zhiming picked up Ling Yanyan and got out of the car, and walked directly to the elevator.
"Put me down!" Ling Yanyan felt that the eyes of the people passing by were on the two of them.
Feng Zhiming pretended not to hear. When the elevator door opened, he carried her into the elevator and pressed the highest button.
The elevator stopped at the top floor. Feng Zhiming carried her into the luxurious presidential suite and kicked the door shut automatically.
"Let me go!" Ling Yanyan looked at the room, a little flustered, and struggled out of his arms in panic.
The first thing I did when I turned around was to leave, but the door couldn't be opened.
"Without my fingerprint recognition, you will never be able to leave this room." Feng Zhiming crossed her arms and a cold voice came from behind her.
Ling Yanyan turned around and stared at him, "Then open the door!"
"Please beg me." Feng Zhiming said lightly.
"You..." Ling Yanyan pushed him away, "despicable and shameless!"
"Is there anything more?" Feng Zhiming stretched out his long arms and hugged her tightly to his chest, "I really want to seal your lips with a kiss. Such words came out of such a beautiful mouth, which surprised me so much.
"
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard his words, she obediently closed her mouth and remained silent.
Feng Zhiming proudly held her in his arms, just holding her quietly.
For five years, he thought he had forgotten her. However, as soon as he saw her, kissed her lips, and held her in his arms, he felt that he had never forgotten her.
"I'm out of breath, let me go." Ling Yanyan broke away from him, "I have to go back."
"Why do you want to go back? Is there a man waiting for you?" Feng Zhiming looked at her.
Ling Yanyan raised her head, "So what? You can't control it. Now, I ask you to let me out." She specifically used the word "please" to distance herself from him.
"I won't let you out!" Feng Zhiming pulled her over, put his hands around her slender waist, and kissed her domineeringly, not allowing her any right to refuse.
His big hands moved around her smooth back.
"Well..." Ling Yanyan couldn't avoid his fierce kiss.
Big hands opened the invisible zipper on her back, and the entire dress slipped down. A sudden chill woke her up, "Let me go, you can't,"
Ling Yanyan wanted to push him away, she shouldn't have anything to do with him anymore, absolutely not!
"No! I want you!" Feng Zhiming took off the clothes on the two of them, and they both fell onto the soft bed.
His strong body covered her soft and delicate body, "Yanyan, don't reject me." The kiss aroused all her sensitivities, and all her rationality was overwhelmed by his kisses, and she was intoxicated by his tenderness.
Her wet tongue licked the fullness of her chest, and her slender arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, arching her body to meet him.
Feng Zhiming did enough foreplay before squeezing his erection into her body, and her tightness made him slow down his movements.
It wasn't until she fainted from exhaustion that he let her go and let her lie in his arms. Looking at her sleeping face, she was still so thin, and his long arms were wrapped around her slender waist that was still not full.
He hasn't touched a woman in five years, but now he wants her frantically until she faints.
He pulled the quilt over the two of them and turned off the bedside lamp.
He could feel that she still had feelings for him. His Yanyan had not allowed himself to miss her or go to her for five years. But what he didn't expect was that the first time they met after five years...
It was so unexpected, without any warning.
The person in his arms shrank and leaned into his arms, looking for a familiar feeling.
Feng Zhiming chuckled, hugged the person in his arms tightly, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the rare tenderness.
The warm sunshine was blocked by layers of curtains. Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, and what came into her eyes was his handsome face. Listening to his even breathing, she touched his face with her little hand,
She has missed him so much for five years. Even though she knew he was married and had a child, she buried all her feelings in her heart and took care of her daughter wholeheartedly.
Maybe, last night was an accident, and today, the two of them have nothing to do with each other.
He moved his body a little, but found that he had no strength at all, and there were still waves of pain, and he screamed in pain.
Feng Zhiming still closed his eyes, holding her tightly in front of him with his long arms.
Ling Yanyan frowned unconsciously and looked at the time. The time originally agreed with Mrs. Aos had passed.
She stretched out her hand to take out the mobile phone in her bag, but was held down by a big hand. With a grunt, she turned over and pinned her down.
"Hey, Feng Zhiming, what do you want to do?" Ling Yanyan put her hands on his chest.
Feng Zhiming lay down next to her, "Yanyan, you finally remembered me."
"You...is this your purpose?" Ling Yanyan opened her eyes wide and stared at him fiercely.
Feng Zhiming didn't speak. No, he had no purpose. He just wanted to hold her for a while longer.
Sure enough, in less than a second, the phone rang. Ling Yanyan still reached out to pick up the phone and picked it up, "Mommy!"
"Who called?" Feng Zhiming asked displeasedly.
Ling Yanyan covered the phone's receiver, but it was too late, "Mommy, there is a man next to you. No wonder you didn't call me. You're not available anymore." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little unhappy.
"No, I'll call you later, okay?" Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming's increasingly ugly expression and could only curl her lips.
"Okay, but you have to call me." He hung up the phone reluctantly.
"Say! Who is it?" Seeing her hesitating just now, he looked unhappy.
Ling Yanyan just glanced at him, "I want..." He reached out and covered her mouth.
"You want it?" Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows evilly, with an ambiguous look in his eyes.
"What? I mean I want to get up, I want to leave." She pulled away his hand covering her mouth.
Cover yourself with the quilt, bend down and pick up the clothes on the ground.
Although it was not good to wear a floor-length evening gown in broad daylight, she had no other choice.
"Are you going to go out dressed like this?" Feng Zhiming held back his laughter and looked at her holding the dress tightly in her hands.
"Can't it?" Ling Yanyan is unwilling, but is there a better way?
Feng Zhiming parted his lips, "Aren't you afraid of being robbed? Or do you want to be an outlier?"
"I..." Ling Yanyan also knew something was wrong, but wasn't it all his fault? How could he still have the nerve to smile so happily.
"You don't want to either, right?" Feng Zhiming still knows her very well. After five years, she is still the same person.
Ling Yanyan tightened the towel wrapped around her body to prevent herself from being exposed, "Then do you have a better way? If not, don't say anything."
The doorbell rang the next second, and Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan looked at each other.
Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt to cover her exposed skin, put on her nightgown and went to open the door. When she came back, she carried two clothing bags.