Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

In the exquisitely decorated bedroom, a man dressed in black stands in front of the bar with a newspaper pressed against it.

The silver mask blocked half of his side face, there was no expression on his face, only a pair of black eyes revealed his true emotions.

Holding the wine in the glass, drank it in one gulp, and then the glass was crushed.

It was great, as he wished, she and Du Yuesheng flirted with each other, and it was really great to have a relationship with Hongyan.

Isn't this what he wants?

Why is there still some sadness in my heart?

Are you unwilling or unwilling?

He felt a touch of anger rising from his lower abdomen.

For half a month, he didn't look for her, and she treated her as the air, and didn't look for her again.

Qin Anlan, maybe she has forgotten you, maybe she was also terrified by your appearance...

Perhaps, she has given up on you.

The emotions you think you think have long been diluted.

Reaching out his hand and stroking his face, a self-deprecating smile evoked at the corner of his mouth——

No one can tolerate such a husband.

Don't be wishful thinking!

He endured it for half a month, and finally couldn't help...

Reason tells himself not to provoke her, but the body, or the beast living in the body, has taken the lead... and caught her again.

I prepared a silky black pajamas for her, and put on her...

He felt a little abnormal. When changing her pajamas, he kissed her worshipfully and kissed her body.

It was fair and perfect, and it was beyond control.

He kissed a bit hard and woke her up.

Opening his eyes, it was still dark in front of him, and his hands were bound.

"It's you?" Her voice was panicked, but she didn't scream or struggle.

"Yes, it's me!" His voice was hoarse, squinting at her reaction.

She might know it was him, or she might not know, but at this moment he kissed her, she was intoxicated.

The light was dim, and she was restrained by him in such an unbearable manner, this situation was very warm and ambiguous.

He squinted his eyes and his voice was hoarse: "Little thing, we meet again."

Ye Liangqiu felt it for a while, he was right.

Secretly cursing a metamorphosis, but at a loss on the face, "It's you again?"

"Don't like it?" He got up, poured himself a glass of red wine, stood, staring at her.

I took a sip of the red wine, and when I drank it, my throat gently rolled, which was very sexual.

His gaze looked at this seductive body more like a fire. This is his wife. He knows how beautiful she is... how touching. He remembers the ultimate taste when he was buried.

Her body was a little tight for an instant, and the cup in her hand tilted down...The cold wine was all poured on her body, smudging a crimson.

"Don't..." She finally struggled because of anxiety, biting her lip, "What do you want to do?"

The pajamas were rolled up because of the struggle, which was really confusing.

She was indeed deliberate. Not only did she want to keep him, she also wanted him.

He kissed her, but didn't really come, and kept kissing her...

When she fell back, she was able to release her hand, hugged his shoulder, moved up, and stroked a mask.

His body stiffened, his eyes were raised, his voice hoarse: "If you remove the mask, I promise, the game is over."

game?

He thinks this is a game?

Her eyes were still blindfolded, and she chuckled slightly, "Can't you touch it?"