And she, this damn woman, he knew she wasn't sleeping, yet he dared to pretend to be indifferent.
Xia Qianchen suddenly felt the hot heat penetrate between her legs.
His big palm pressed her back, making her fit closer to him.
She pressed against his chest, her embrace so tight that she couldn't breathe. She could even feel the hardness of his bones.
I knew he had no good intentions for leaving her behind.
However, he was so patient and did not touch her. It seemed that his noble male dignity was still waiting for her to beg for mercy.
A hint of sarcasm escaped from the corner of Xia Qianchen's mouth. How could she beg him to humiliate herself? Even if he died, he would never wait for that day!
The embrace became tighter and tighter, so tight that it seemed like he was crushing her into his body, becoming one with her.
Xia Qianchen's chest became increasingly breathless.
Young Emperor Nangong slowly moved his body and kept rubbing her through his sweat-soaked underwear.
As a result, the burning heat began to visibly swell, harden, become larger, and become hotter.
The man's muffled gasps and low groans could be heard.
The room is filled with the lusty smell of lust...
The alarm bells in Xia Qianchen's heart rang loudly. If this continued, I was afraid that after Young Emperor Nangong's desire devoured her sanity, she would be chewed to pieces.
And the cramping pain in my abdomen could no longer be endured.
Her little face suddenly raised, and she asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you need me to serve you?"
Young Emperor Nangong curled his lips proudly and smiled, pulled a strand of Xia Qianchen's long wet hair, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips.
His voice was even more low and evil: "Have you figured it out?"
"You know, I am in a special situation, so..."
A pair of hot little hands reached into his underwear and held his...
"This is the only way I can help you."
"..." Young Emperor Nangong's whole body was agitated.
"If I feel comfortable serving you...can you give me a box of painkillers?"
"Painkillers?"
Young Emperor Nangong raised his eyebrows proudly and turned on the bedside lamp.
Xia Qianchen's face was as pale as wax paper, and her forehead was covered with sweat.
All interest disappeared instantly. Nangong Young Emperor lowered his face and stared at her fiercely: "What's going on?"
"Nothing, it's a special time for women..."
After taking painkillers and drinking a glass of brown sugar water, Xia Qianchen's abdominal pain finally eased a lot.
Perhaps the medicine contained sleeping pills. When she lay down again, she was extremely sleepy and fell asleep quickly and without warning.
"You are so comfortable, how dare you fall asleep." He lifted her up hard and pressed her down on the bed, "Didn't you say you wanted to serve me?"
Xia Qianchen did not wake up and her breathing was even.
Young Emperor Nangong stared at her, and gradually his fierce eyes became a little gentler.
As long as he smells the fragrance of her hair and hears her breathing, he becomes restless, as if he has been drugged with aphrodisiacs and cannot control himself.
He lowered his head and left a lingering kiss on her neck.
There was silence in the house...
Soon after, Young Emperor Nangong sat on the bar and poured a drink.
In the darkness, the light from the tinder box shone brightly, illuminating his dark and deep outline.
Damn it, he wanted it so much, but he couldn't do anything to her!
Until early in the morning, the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the sea view all night.
Xia Qianchen turned over and pressed her butt on the bed. The pain from the wound made her wake up...