Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his stroking became harder and harder.

Her hand that had wanted to stop something had slipped away feebly.

The coat was opened and the sweater was torn off, and the black fabric on the smooth body became more eye-catching.

The icy cold air made people want to curl up into the hot embrace close to her, but the hot object refused to accept her. He grabbed her thin wrist with one hand and pulled it up against her.

On the wall, his head was slightly lowered, and he used warm lips and teeth to meet the towering tower that was forced to arch.

The temperature increased day by day, and his rationality faded away little by little. When this made it increasingly difficult for him to be satisfied, Ji Hang suddenly bent down and picked her up.

Before Gu Wanwan could be shocked by this change in posture, her lips had already been attacked by another attack.

His eyes were obviously closed, but the picture in his mind was clearer than ever.

The whole world melted into the heart beating violently in my ears.

All the fantasies are condensed into his eyebrows, his lips, his rapid breathing, his slender fingers...

"Crack!" Ji Hang, who stumbled towards the bedroom, felt the touch of something breaking under his feet.

He paused for half a second, and he could catch a glimpse of yellow from the corner of his eye.

"Cuckoo chicken!" Gu Wanwan suddenly remembered her pet and struggled out of his arms. She forgot to press the switch on the wall for a moment, and half-knelt on the ground to hold up the small yellow object.

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When she finally saw what was in her hands, she clapped her chest with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief - it was the toy she bought for the Cuckoo Chicken, a plastic chick about the same size with a fluffy appearance.

Ji Hang frowned and squatted down with her, "I stepped on your toy? Does it matter? Can I buy you a new one tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter," Wanwan shook her head, "I raised a chick and bought it as a companion. I thought you stepped on it..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Hang had already sealed the conversation with a kiss.

He couldn't wait to make up for the lost time with rougher moves.

When skin-to-skin contact, lips and tongue entanglement are not enough, what kind of intimacy can fill the gap in the heart?

Gu Wanwan was lying on the bed, covering her eyes with one hand, blushing and heart-beating as she recalled those blazing flames that seemed to burn the darkness away.

The moonlight shone in from the window, forming a white handkerchief-like spot on the ground.

She sat up suddenly, rubbed her hair and lay back down again.

Ji Hang is still in the bathroom.

He has been in there for half an hour.

Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at the light spots on the ground to make sure she didn't hear the sound of the kitchen water heater starting.

He hasn't recovered from his cold yet. She turned over and lay on her side beside the bed, thinking this.

When she invited him over to drink the cup of coffee that didn't exist, she didn't expect that the incident would develop from another angle; and when it really happened, she didn't expect that all this entanglement and surrounding would be caused by the lack of protection measures around her.

It ended abruptly for seemingly trivial reasons.

Is it a blessing or a pity?

She shook her head, she didn't know either.

After thinking about it, she got up and took out another thicker quilt from the cabinet and put it on the bed. A thicker quilt might make her sweat better at night, maybe it would be better.

There were no men's clothes here, and her pajamas were definitely too small for Ji Hang to wear, so she had to take out the thin summer air-conditioning quilt from the bed and planned to give it to him to make a yukata.

What she didn't expect was that Ji Hang had already come out of the bathroom while she was picking out clothes. When she turned around, she was startled. Under the mist of water vapor, Ji Hang's lips became even brighter red. He was not wearing a strand of hair.

His black hair was wet, and water droplets slid down the man's thin and tight torso...

She quickly closed her eyes, stretched out her hands, and wanted to hand the air conditioner to him, "I don't have pajamas you can wear, so just make do with this."

Cheng Jihang didn't pay attention to the air-conditioned quilt she handed over. He walked straight up and gave her a deep kiss. He pressed his forehead against hers and said in a low and tight voice, "Tie it on for me."