The room was quiet.

The windows were closed and the curtains had already been pulled up, and the moonlight outside could not be penetrated.

The lights under the ceiling are very bright, slightly dazzling.

Ruan Qinghua blinked lightly and looked up at the man in front of her.

She pursed her lower lip, held the sheet tightly with her hands, and asked in a low voice: "Does Mr. Jiang need it?"

After the words finished, Jiang Huaiqian did not give her another chance to speak out.

His breath approached and he sucked deeply with her lips in his mouth.

...

All the sounds Ruan Qinghua were blocked by him in his lips and teeth.

She couldn't make any noise at all. Jiang Huaiqian's dear this time was different from usual.

She was soft and had a meaning of slaughtering.

Her neck was pinched, and his thick fingers left a numb touch on it, which made her involuntarily cooperate with him and approach him.

Her tongue was hooked, and her body was the same.

Ruan Qinghua had no possibility of retreating at all.

She could only feel Jiang Huaiqian's hand. Wherever his hand passed, she startled her body and trembled slightly.

His lips never left, from soft lips, to his chin, to his earlobe, to his collarbone...

The two of them merged and mixed together.

It is as rich as the lights inside the house and the night outside the window, and it is so rich that people cannot avoid it or avoid it.

Ruan Qinghua felt that her heart no longer belonged to her, and all her thoughts were pulled by men.

His every move attracted her.

The lights in the room were still on. When Ruan Qinghua opened her eyes inadvertently, she bumped into the fog that could not be melted in his eyes.

Under the fog, it was his deep desire to suppress.

The room was quiet, except for Ruan Qinghua's low moan, only Jiang Huaiqian's breathing sound was left.

Her hand was buckled with him at some point, and he pressed it over his head.

I don’t know when my nightgown was lifted away by you, Ruan Qinghua was embarrassed to find a place to hide it.

Jiang Huaiqian rolled his Adam's apple, bit her hoarsely, and said softly: "Don't move."

“…”

Ruan Qinghua was kissed by him, her body was so tense that it was unreasonable and her eyes were red.

"Jiang...Huaiqian..."

She shouted softly.

"Um."

Jiang Huaiqian looked at her with his eyelashes down and coaxed her hoarsely: "Scared?"

Ruan Qinghua was stunned for a moment and shook her head.

She had just arrived and was ready.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiqian laughed softly.

His voice was deep, hoarse, and he sounded extremely sexy.

Ruan Qinghua's ears turned red and her body became hot.

Everything after that will never be with her again.

She was full of the smell of men, and their breath blended together, and she couldn't tell who it was.

The ambiguity in the room spreads, making people unable to resist.

The slight sound makes people feel tight.

Jang Huaiqian has been kissing her, trying to relax her.

His eyes were dark, like a deep pool shining under the night outside the window.

...

Ruan Qinghua has no experience in this kind of thing, and so does JAC.

But he was so skillful that Ruan Qinghua didn't feel much pain.

For a moment, she seemed to feel like a leaf falling into the lake.

She was surrounded by the lake, floating, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

From time to time, it is suppressed under the lake water with wind and waves. It floats to the lake again because the lake water rolls.

Occasionally another leaf fell down and fell above her, making her unable to breathe and breathe.

She could only struggle in the lake, moaning, wanting to be relieved.

But for some reason, she seemed to enjoy it.

In this sparkling lake, someone accompanied her.

Her heart was delighted and happy.

...

Once everything goes out of control, it will no longer be something Ruan Qinghua can control.

She found that she was the leaf, letting him cover it and toss it around.

Afterwards, Ruan Qinghua's tears fell down uncontrollably.

She could only hook the man in front of her tightly and let him ask for it.

...

When I opened my eyes by chance, there were two people overlapping their chandeliers under the ceiling.

The picture is ambiguous and beautiful, and it makes people uncontrollably associate it.

Ruan Qinghua's face was red, and her skin was red everywhere.

There are natural things, and there are also...the traces left by Jiang Huaiqian pinching and biting.

It was late at night when it ended.

Ruan Qinghua was taken to the bathroom by Jiang Huaiqian. When she came out of the shower, her eyelids could no longer be opened.

But still shy.

As soon as she touched the bed, she hid in the quilt.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Huaiqian cleaned up the next messy bathroom and room, and then lifted the quilt and went up.

He raised his hand and pulled the man into his arms.

Ruan Qinghua closed her eyes but didn't struggle.

"Sleep?"

"No..." Ruan Qinghua's voice was hoarse, all of which were made by him.

She opened her eyes carefully and looked at his face that was so close to her.

"It still hurts?"

Jiang Huaiqian lowered his head and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

Ruan Qing's face turned hot and she didn't know how to answer.

She remained silent for a while and whispered: "Don't ask."

"Hmm?" Jiang Huaiqian smiled and touched her lips: "The first time I did this kind of service, I was afraid that the customers would be dissatisfied, so I wanted some feedback."

“…”

Ruan Qinghua listened and was extremely embarrassed.

She didn't know how Jiang Huaiqian said this.

"What are you--"

She glared at him.

Jiang Huaiqian stared at her with a thought.

Her eyes were red and she looked completely bullied, which made him feel a little uncontrollable.

Jiang Huaiqian thought that it was her first time and was a little restrained.

He rubbed her hair and diverted his attention: "Sorry to say?"

Ruan Qinghua didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Jiang Huaiqian looked at her with a deep look and whispered: "Okay, I won't force you."

Ruan Qinghua: "..."

Isn't it considered a forced force if I get this?

She hummed softly, but her hand couldn't help but leaned against him.
To be continued...