Jin Shao, kiss

in the bathroom.

Under the blazing light, Meng Qianqian was being kissed by a man on the wall next to the bathroom door.

The man only had a bath towel around him.

The bath towel is too short, it can only cover the private parts.

The exposed pectoral and abdominal muscles were stained with drops of water, making them extraordinarily lively.

Zhuo Yuheng kissed Meng Qianqian deeply, and then moved away against her forehead, his eyes were full of lust, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Zhuo Yuheng didn't expect that the person who was afraid of him in front of him would say such bold words as helping him with his hands.

Zhuo Yuheng's hair was wet.

And did not wipe.

When looking down at Meng Qianqian at this moment, the water drops from the tip of her forehead dripped directly on Meng Qianqian's face.

Then it slid down from Meng Qianqian's cheek and down her neck, and finally missed her chest.

Meng Qianqian is wearing a conservative two-piece pajamas today.

It's an open-button pajamas paired with pajama pants.

Meng Qianqian didn't wear underwear.

When the drops of water slid to her chest, she was so grateful for the cold touch that she shuddered.

"I know--"

Meng Qianqian looked at Zhuo Yuheng with a slightly blushing face, her mind was sober that she could no longer be sober, "I haven't seen you for a long time, so I kindly want to lend you a hand."

When she is cowardly, she is cowardly, and when she is courageous, she is bold again. She dares to say anything, Zhuo Yuheng's eyes deepened, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

He raised his hand, and gently scratched her cheek with his fingertips, with a hint of provocation and ambiguity.

Meng Qianqian's body was a little weak because of his ambiguous behavior.

Her eyes were foggy, and she was very stubborn, "Nonsense, how could I have been afraid of you?"

"do not have it?"

The tip of Zhuo Yuheng's nose was touching hers, and the water droplets from the tips of his hair continued to drip onto Meng Qianqian's cheeks and body.

After a while, her entire chest was soaked.

The pajamas were thin, sticking wetly to Meng Qianqian's chest at this time, highlighting her proud figure.

But Meng Qianqian didn't realize that she was gone now.

She was still arguing with Zhuo Yuheng, "No."

Such a posture is too ambiguous.

Meng Qianqian couldn't help but look away from Zhuo Yuheng, fearing that her heartbeat would be abnormal again.

"If you say no, then there will be no."

The desire of the body has not been subsided for a long time, Zhuo Yuheng is too lazy to talk nonsense with Meng Qianqian.

He turned her face straight, pinched her chin, lowered his eyes and kissed her again.

It was a passionate kiss, hot and sensual.

It is also comforting.

Meng Qianqian suddenly understood why so many girls couldn't help but taste the forbidden fruit with their sweetheart before marriage.

Because once lust is born, it is like a prairie fire, igniting your reason completely.

When Zhuo Yuheng's kiss turned from his lips to his neck, Meng Qianqian looked up at the spotlight on the ceiling in a daze, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and he couldn't see clearly.

Her consciousness was very vague, and she completely forgot that the purpose of knocking on the door was just to borrow a hand, not to lend her own body to him.

She was brought into the wave of lust, sinking into it, unable to extricate herself.

Probably because he felt that kissing her like this was too tiring.

Zhuo Yuheng looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the washstand beside him.

He leaned over and hugged Meng Qianqian horizontally.

Meng Qianqian's aura-filled fox eyes looked at Zhuo Yuheng in bewilderment, like a lost lamb, completely forgetting where she was, and let the man squeeze her into a round shape.

He carried Meng Qianqian to the washstand and sat down.

Zhuo Yuheng looked at her carefully.

Through the spotlight on the ceiling of the washstand.

Only then did Zhuo Yuheng realize how tempting Meng Qianqian was to commit crimes.

The pajamas on Meng Qianqian's body were soaked by the dripping water from Zhuo Yuheng's hair, and they were printed on it obediently.

The fabric of the pajamas is thin and soaked, and the pink skin is almost revealing, which is more attractive than taking it off completely.

No matter how well educated Zhuo Yuheng was, he couldn't stand Meng Qianqian's sudden wet temptation.

At this moment, his eyes, which were already full of lust, were dark and terrifying.

The humble and gentle face also became wild in an instant.

He was like a hungry beast that suddenly encountered delicious prey.

There was an aggressive light in those eyes.

The gentle scum finally showed his true colors.

Zhuo Yuheng raised his hand and roughly ripped off Meng Qianqian's pajamas.

The snapped buttons bounced around, one here and one there.

The pajamas were suddenly torn off, exposing a large area of ​​skin, and Meng Qianqian, who had lost her consciousness, suddenly came back to her senses.

Seeing that she was gone, Meng Qianqian hurriedly raised her hands to cover the open pajamas, and at the same time glared at Zhuo Yuheng with blushing cheeks, embarrassed and annoyed, "You—"

Meng Qianqian couldn't believe that such a refined and abstinent person like Zhuo Yuheng tore off the buttons of her pajamas so roughly.

It's a bit like a gentle scum.

Even at this moment, Meng Qianqian closed her open pajamas, wrapping her in the spring scenery.

But the flash of white just now still made Zhuo Yuheng, who couldn't get rid of his desire, go crazy.

Zhuo Yuheng stared at Meng Qianqian with deep and dark eyes for a second.

Then he grabbed her hands and pulled them away.

The closed pajamas opened again.

Zhuo Yuheng had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery.

"Let go of me...don't look..."

Meng Qianqian, who had never let any man look at her body like this before, felt extremely ashamed. She wanted to break free from the man's shackles, but the man was too strong, and in the end she could only feel ashamed that a layer of ruddy appeared on her body. luster.

Zhuo Yuheng didn't listen to her.

Looking at her like a wild animal staring at his lunch, his throat kept rolling up and down, as if he was preparing to eat his food.

Meng Qianqian's complexion is a healthy white with rosy white.

At this time, she was forced to support her hands on the washstand, and the exposed white skin was like a fresh and delicious peach, which made people want to take a bite.

Upbringing, etiquette, at this moment, seem to have become nothingness.

Zhuo Yuheng was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, gnawing on the delicious food in front of him.

The wet kiss fell suddenly.

While Meng Qianqian raised her head and groaned, she did not forget to try to break free from the man's restraint, "Uh...no..."

How could the demented beast listen to her and stop to enjoy the food in its mouth.

Wrapping her hands around the back of her hands, and keeping her arms firmly on the table, Zhuo Yuheng continued to enjoy his delicious food.

Meng Qianqian was bitten to the point of crying.

She was wrong.

She shouldn't have the kindness to try to help him.

He is a ferocious wolf.

She also foolishly delivered it to her door to eat.

woohoo-

She will lose her innocence.

Thinking about it, Meng Qianqian didn't know whether she was frightened or hurt by the man's kiss, and tears flowed as soon as she said it.

She sobbed aggrievedly, "You said you wouldn't touch me, you liar—"

Zhuo Yuheng, who was making trouble, suddenly came back to his senses when he heard Meng Qianqian's crying voice.

Seeing that Meng Qianqian's snow-white body was covered with red marks that she had made.

Zhuo Yuheng closed his eyes fiercely.

He raised his hand to gather her pajamas in the middle, then got up and hugged her into his arms.

"Don't cry, it's my fault, I didn't control myself well."

Zhuo Yuheng tilted his head and kissed the teardrops in the corners of Meng Qianqian's eyes, his movements were very cherishing and gentle.

Meng Qianqian also knew that Zhuo Yuheng could not be blamed for this matter.

It was she who underestimated the man's wolf nature.

Just thinking about giving generously, forgetting that wolves are cruel by nature.

Meng Qianqian couldn't help complaining about his animal nature just now, "I kindly wanted to lend you my hand, but you actually wanted to borrow my body—"

She is still a big girl with yellow flowers.

How could he scare her like this.

What if she gets scared out of the shadows and doesn't want to sleep with him anymore.

Meng Qianqian looked at Zhuo Yuheng tearfully, like a poor little boy being bullied by a big bad wolf.

The naturally curled eyelashes were stained with teardrops, and they were particularly charming and pitiful.

Being accused, Zhuo Yuheng felt helpless and at the same time felt unspeakable.

If she doesn't mess with him, he won't lose control.

In the end, it was all his fault.

That's it.

She is also kind.

It's because he's too unsteady.

Just being tempted for a while, he has no reason at all.

Had he suppressed his lust for too long in the past?

Why are you so careless.

Zhuo Yuheng raised his hand to help Meng Qianqian wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes one by one, and specially played a soft bass, which was particularly low-mellow and pleasant, like a century-old wine, as if it could be intoxicating.

"In future times like this, avoid me."

He is really afraid that there will be another time, and he may not be able to stop.

"Oh."

Meng Qianqian, who was almost wiped out, dared to be kind.

Her pink hands tightly held the pajamas on her chest, her body was still trembling with lingering fear.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yuheng couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

He raised his hand to pick her up.

Might be really scared.

The moment he stretched out his hand, Meng Qianqian's eyes widened in shock, and she shrank her body subconsciously.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yuheng explained helplessly and distressedly, "I just carried you out."

"Oh."

Meng Qianqian immediately relaxed her body.

Zhuo Yuheng stepped forward, put one arm around her waist, and crossed her leg with the other, hugging her horizontally.

Meng Qianqian was afraid of falling, so she subconsciously put her arms around his neck.

Zhuo Yuheng was naked.

Meng Qianqian couldn't take her eyes away when her eyes accidentally caught sight of the man's pectoral muscles and abdominal muscles, which were looming.

His chest muscles are so strong.

The abdominal muscles are also obvious.

Just like the picture, square and sexy.

want to touch~

Meng Qianqian couldn't help raising her paw, ready to move.

own boyfriend.

It's not too much for her to take advantage of it, right?

And he just gnawed on her.

She just touches it...

Just a moment...

a bit……

Down……

Before Meng Qianqian's hand touched Zhuo Yuheng's abdominal muscles, she was put on the bed.

The abs were '800 meters' away from her in an instant.

Meng Qianqian pursed her lips in frustration.

If only she had been quicker.

Almost touched it.

Meng Qianqian, who was wandering, didn't realize that she was still raising her hand to sneak around.

Zhuo Yuheng looked at Meng Qianqian's slightly raised hand and shook his head helplessly.

He naturally understood why Meng Qianqian was raising her hand.

Zhuo Yuheng has always known that Meng Qianqian has the potential to be a pervert.

When she saw him with his upper body naked for the first time, her obscene expression and nosebleed behavior made him deeply aware of this.

So when he faced her before, he always wrapped himself up tightly so as not to be taken advantage of by her.

If it was normal, Zhuo Yuheng would not mind letting Meng Qianqian touch it.

But now.

Still don't.

As soon as he got angry, he didn't want to go through the pain of burning desire just now.

Zhuo Yuheng turned around and was about to go back to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got out of bed, her hand was suddenly held by someone.

Zhuo Yuheng looked back, and saw the little girl staring at him with tear-washed eyes, "Are you going to take a cold shower again?"

A powder cloud floated on Meng Qianqian's cheeks, she was obviously embarrassed, but she still spoke,

"I...can lend you my hand."

Zhuo Yuheng felt that Meng Qianqian was a typical short-term memory.

How could she say such very inviting words to a man.

Don't know that men are like wolves by nature?

But when he thought that she wanted to borrow her hand to help him because she felt sorry for him to take a cold shower, he still couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

By doing this, she indirectly sent a message to him.

That was that she liked him, probably more than he imagined.

Zhuo Yuheng smiled tenderly at Meng Qianqian, "No need, you cried out the fire, I'm going to change clothes."

Raising his hand to push Meng Qianqian's hand away, Zhuo Yuheng walked towards the bathroom.

Meng Qianqian blinked her eyes cutely.

The fire was extinguished by her crying?

He took a cold shower for more than 40 minutes and failed to put out the fire. She cried and he went out?

Isn't this a bridge section only in novels~

How did it happen to her and Boss Zhuo!

ahhh-

She is gone.

Meng Qianqian couldn't help rolling over.

Old man or something, too good at it.

No wonder so many women like to find husbands from uncles.

An old man knows how to love others!

Boss Zhuo, who automatically puts out the fire when she cries, is too nice...

like.

I like it very much.

Meng Qianqian clasped her pajamas with one hand, and writhed excitedly on the bed, being elated by the old man.

Zhuo Yuheng, who came out after changing his clothes, looked at Meng Qianqian who was writhing on the bed like having a convulsion, tilted his head and asked her puzzledly, "What are you writhing about?"

Meng Qianqian died immediately after hearing Zhuo Yuheng's words.

She stopped in embarrassment, so embarrassed that she wanted to find a piece of tofu to crash her to death.

"Ha——" She gave a dry laugh, and made up a random reason, "My back is a little itchy, and I can't scratch it, so I want to use the bed to scratch it."

Zhuo Yuheng seemed to believe her words, raised his eyebrows and walked towards her, "Why does it itch?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand towards her back, "Is this here?"

His palm rested on the center of her back.

The moment Meng Qianqian touched his palm, her body couldn't help trembling.

The piece of skin touched by the man's palm was burning hot.

Even her heart was burning hot.

"Ah."

Meng Qianqian buried her face in the pillow and bit her lip impatiently.

It’s over.

She couldn't stand Boss Zhuo touching her a bit.

It's not that she's afraid of being eaten by Boss Zhuo.

It was because she was afraid that she would become a wolf, so she suddenly fell on Boss Zhuo.

She really reacted too much to Boss Zhuo's touch.

Meng Qianqian felt that if this continued, she would really turn into a wolf.

If I had known earlier, I would have watched less little yellow comics when I was studying.

A good girl with yellow flowers has become a big dirty girl.

She is obviously a pure baby, why is she turning yellow...

The big hand on the back scratched.

Meng Qianqian ground her teeth again and again.

In the end it was unbearable.

She hurriedly said, "Okay, it's not itchy anymore. No need to scratch."

"it is good."

Zhuo Yuheng took his hand back.

Meng Qianqian hadn't changed into her pajamas yet.

It was empty in front of him, and the wind would blow in from time to time, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Meng Qianqian quickly got up from the bed, put her hands on her neckline, and walked towards the changing room.

-

When changing her pajamas, she saw several red marks in front of herself in the mirror. Meng Qianqian recalled that scene, and her cheeks couldn't stop getting hot.

She couldn't help but slander in her heart—what a gentle scum.

Those who are superficially abstinent and have no desires or desires, do such things, but they are so anxious and crazy that no one can refuse them.

So strong, so emotional...

Really like.

Meng Qianqian, who realized that she was having fun again, quickly put on a loveless expression.

Hey...why is she becoming nympho again.

Shaking her head to get rid of the yellow waste in her mind, Meng Qianqian hurriedly put on a new pajamas.

Just got into bed.

He was hugged by a man.

Meng Qianqian couldn't help becoming nervous again.

She shrank her neck, and said softly, "Boss, it's better not to hug me, I'm afraid of you..."

Meng Qianqian didn't say what she was afraid of him.

Zhuo Yuheng understood in seconds, "Just hugging, it won't happen."

He turned Meng Qianqian's body over and made her face him.

"Oh."

Seeing this, Meng Qianqian didn't say anything.

She pressed her face into his chest and put her arms around his waist.

A hand touched his waist irregularly.

Sturdy, feels really good.

hey-hey……

Meng Qianqian, who succeeded in mopping up money, couldn't help laughing in her heart.

Feeling his waist being touched, Zhuo Yuheng pursed his lips helplessly.

Zhuo Yuheng raised his hand and gently stroked Meng Qianqian's hair without trying to expose her little tricks, but the beard knife that he accidentally saw on the sink in the bathroom when he was changing clothes appeared in his mind.

He asked Meng Qianqian emotionally, "Why do you still have your ex-boyfriend's razor?"

Hearing this, Meng Qianqian subconsciously raised her head from Zhuo Yuheng's arms.

She blinked cutely, with a dazed look on her face, "What razor?"

"You have a blue-handled razor over your bathroom vanity."

Meng Qianqian paused, and then almost immediately retreated from Zhuo Yuheng's arms.

She got out of bed and ran to the bathroom to have a look.

When she came out, she looked gloomy as if she was going to kill someone.

Looking at Zhuo Yuheng who was leaning on the bed, Meng Qianqian suppressed her anger and said, "Boss, get up, let's go to the hotel."