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【001】Wedge-Uncle

Night, as dark as ink

The light yellow lights are spread on the pure white duvet, coating the whole room with a thin layer of warmth.

The corner of the big bed was slightly raised, and a petite figure was curled up in the quilt and sleeping soundly, as if immersed in a beautiful dream. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her face was full of sweetness.

At midnight, the door of the room was pushed open, and a tall figure slowly walked in, closed the door behind his back, and looked at the person on the bed with a faint look, his dark eyes filled with complexity that others could not understand.

What did he tell her today?

Actually fell asleep like this?

Heartless!

Shaking his head helplessly, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, untied the suit shirt that had confined him for a long day, and let the silver moonlight pouring in from the window cast a dreamlike sheen on his perfect and strong body.

His gaze always stayed on the person in the bed, and there was an unconcealable sullenness in his dark eyes. After a long time, he curled his lips and sighed - he seemed a bit unwilling to let her go like this! He was really indulging her too much.



"Wake up?" He raised his foot and patted her cheek. Seeing that she had no response, he simply pulled off her quilt, leaving her slender body exposed to the air.

Wearing only a nightgown, Tong Yao couldn't help but shrink from the sudden coldness. He curled up into a ball and hummed unconsciously in his dream.

He straightened her body forcefully, turned over on the bed, and his hot body directly pressed against hers.

"Sleepy..." she said in a daze, her soft, boneless hands scratching his chest like a lazy kitten, "Can you let me sleep?"

As if he didn't hear anything, he directly pushed up her nightgown, covered her soft skin and gently kneaded it, guiding the two red plums skillfully, making them tender and tender in no time.

The tip of his wet tongue lightly traced one of them, and she let out a cry. Her thoughts gradually became clearer, and she kicked him with her feet in a mood to get out of bed: "I don't want to do it..."

Her slender legs were kicking randomly in the air, but they couldn't kick him at all. Instead, he easily opened her legs with a big palm.

He raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, pricking lightly and lightly. The fire of desire in his eyes became stronger, and his face was completely calm: "How many words do you remember about what I said to you today?"

She groaned and couldn't answer. His eyes darkened, and he wrapped her legs around her waist. He thrust straight into her and squeezed her tightness to the extreme: "Forgot? You are still here tonight?"

Don’t sleep!”

Her body was filled with soreness and swelling. Before her head could wake up from the trance, she felt aggrieved in her heart: She wanted to sleep! She wanted to sleep!!!

The man on top of her had already begun to move, and his movements were so fierce that he seemed to be trying to kill her. The constant collisions made her almost faint...

After being entangled in the middle of the night and covered in sweat, when he turned her over and wanted to continue, she finally cried out in exhaustion: "Uncle, I have to get up early tomorrow!"

The sound of "Uncle" caused his movements to stop suddenly...

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