Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Pei Qiqi covered his body, pursing his small mouth, and looked a little uneasy: "Tang Yu?"

"Wash together." He took off his clothes indifferently, as if an ordinary couple happened to share a bathroom.

When he walked over like that, every step she took, her heart trembled.

She had never seen him like this, at least not in her memory.

Tang Yu stood and charged for a while, then watched her stick there, so he caught her over.

Washing her like a cat or puppy, Pei Qiqi’s head is full of foam and her face is uncomfortable, but she dare not speak...

At this time, she was a little afraid of him... afraid of him wearing no clothes.

Finally, he washed her, hugged her back to the bedroom with a bath towel, let her sit in his arms and helped her blow her hair. His movements were very slow, but Pei Qiqi felt that it was a prelude to the execution.

Her hair was blown dry, she was pushed down... her long black hair spread out all over her pillow, her small face was a little pale, and her water eyes were wide open, she looked lovely.

She was a little nervous, and her little hand grabbed the front of his bathrobe, "Tang Yu?"

He leaned forward and sniffed at her hairline, his voice hoarse: "Are you afraid?"

"Fear." Her voice trembled, and she looked at him helplessly, and her small hands were also tightened.

Tang Yu leaned over and rubbed her nose against her. The coolness and touch made her a little more comfortable, but she was even more afraid.

He hadn't done anything yet, but she felt a tearing force.

Pei Qiqi bit her lip, her small mouth was ruddy, and water was almost flooding in her eyes...

"Don't be afraid. I will be gentle." His voice was low, and then he no longer had any tolerance, kissed her little mouth, and kissed her willfully.

She struggled twice, holding her hands and pinning her sides.

Tang Yu stopped the kiss and looked down at her condescendingly, his eyes burning.

Pei Qiqi only felt that he was going to eat himself... the body was trembling, his mouth was slightly open, and it was slightly swollen.

He freed up a hand and gently stroked her small mouth with a deep voice, "Qiqi, I can't wait."

As he said, put her two hands on his waist, sank down and kissed her...

Pei Qiqi’s tears hurt, and her little hand clenched his fist to beat him——

He bastard, he said he would not hurt, he said he would be gentle!

But, it hurts so much...

Long eyelashes blinked with tears, her little face was full of hopelessness.

He lied to her, this kind of thing was not comfortable at all, only pain.

Her body was struggling desperately, crying hard, but she couldn't escape.

How could a man who has been banning jade for two years still be able to survive? Although she was crying and struggling, he still followed her and came regardless...

Pei Qiqi cried and couldn't cry anymore, so tired, he closed his eyes and let him come.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, she heard him panting emotionally, her little hand hugged him tightly—

This kind of thing hurts so much, why does he look so comfortable?

This hug completely disrupted his rhythm. It was not so rough at first. When she came this way, he was so moved and ignored him more and more.

Pei Qiqi's voice became hoarse and he didn't let her go...

Until late at night, he finally satisfied.

She was lying in his arms like a dying little beast, her small hand holding his neck, still shaking.

Tang Yu shook her hand, looked at a blister on her hand, and asked softly, "Why did the hand hurt?"

She was half-dreaming and half-awake, with a low voice, "It's for An Lan to make porridge."

An Lan?

Porridge?