The CEO Is Cold During The Day, And Wants Kisses At Night!

Shang Yinghan came to Wen Qing's side.

Putting his hand on her shoulder, pressing it neither lightly nor heavily, he asked her: What's wrong, can't sleep?

Wen Qing raised her finger and pointed at her buttocks: It hurts from the fall.

Shang Yinghan's eyes fell on the place she was pointing at.

She had just come out of the bed, and the nightgown on her body was changed by Shang Li. This sitting posture made her buttocks particularly plump, and her already slender waist looked ridiculously soft under the faint light.

He leaned over slightly, his voice was incredibly gentle: Show me.

Here. Wen Qing was obedient and proactive, raised his hand to lift his nightgown, and said, Rub it for me.

Shang Yinghan: ...

She didn't know how attractive she was, not only did she not restrain herself at all, but she even asked him to rub her more wantonly.

Shang Yinghan's eyes darkened, looking at that place, a fire was burning in his heart.

Is this girl drunk and confused, or is she deliberately seducing him?

But if he doesn't have any self-control, the situation is probably out of control now...

When he was restrained and unmoved, she took the initiative to lean over, hugging his waist with her slender arms, leaning her face also, and the sweet breath penetrated into the tip of his nose.

With a thought, he looked down and saw her long white legs hooking him.

Like an octopus.

But the octopus is not as seductive as she is.

Smell light.

He called her name, trying to bring her back to consciousness.

Give up.

He yelled several times, but she remained silent.

Like dumb.

But his two hands were restlessly grabbing at him as if he had ADHD, and accidentally touched an indescribable place, he frowned and strangled her wrist: Don't make trouble.

Wen Qing finally made a sound, but it was just a voice of complaint: You don't rub it for me.

Shang Yinghan's eyes were dark, and he bent down: Are you sure you want me to rub it for you?

With the boldness of drunkenness, Wen Qing precisely grabbed Shang Yinghan's shirt collar. He didn't wear a tie today, and he didn't wear a business vest. He only had a black shirt inside and a suit jacket outside.

She grabbed it and made the next move, raising her neck and kissing him.

There is no way.

In fact, it's not a kiss, it's because she's hot and he's cool. But when she found that his body was getting hotter and hotter, she loosened his collar.

But in the next second, his waist was clasped by his wide palm.

His strength was very heavy, and he buckled it tightly: Have you made enough trouble?

She made a moaning sound, like coquetry, like unconscious moaning, and then she was hugged by him. She was soaring into the air suddenly, she was afraid of falling, so she tightly hugged his neck with both hands.

Shang Yinghan carried her back to the bedroom.

Put her on the bed.

Wen Qing immediately moved to the other side to make room for a seat, then raised her head against her captivating face and said to Shang Yinghan: You sleep here.

He swallowed slightly, his expression restrained, unmoved.

The night at the Yuexia Hotel came to mind, she was extremely enthusiastic, hugging him, kissing and chewing, because she couldn't unbutton his shirt and begged him aggrievedly...

Why don't you come?

Wen Qing waited for a while, seeing the man standing by the bed motionless, he was a little anxious: Is there not enough space? I will move again.

She does it as she talks.

He continued to move outside, made room for him, and asked, Is it okay now?

He knelt on the bed with a blank expression, slowly approached her, and stretched out his hand to hook her chin: Wen Qing, do you know who I am?