Han Yurou could no longer find any excuses. She clenched her lips and almost bleeded.

I suddenly fell into silence in my ears.

The sound of rain outside came into my ears, bit by bit, like a knock on my heart.

Rong Jincheng stared at her, his eyes filled with red blood.

The eyes are opposite, and the air is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Finally, Han Yurou lowered her voice: "Where to do it?"

"I don't want to move, I'm very tired, right here!"

With a word, Rong Jincheng was ready to be choked by her, but she did not change any emotions and just nodded: "Okay."

Sure enough, very obedient.

Han Yurou's fingers fell on the buttons of her clothes and she began to untie her clothes.

However, Rong Jincheng did not move at all, and seemed to smile: "I said, I'm very tired and too lazy to move. So, you can do it yourself this time."

Han Yurou stopped her hand, and an indescribable meaning permeated between her limbs and bones, as if a knife was tugging in her heart, fearing that her heart would still be beating.

However, her heart had long been dead.

Rong Jincheng's eyes were full of sharp stares.

After a long time—

Han Yurou began to take off her clothes, one by one.

Rong Jincheng really didn't move any way from beginning to end, staring at her body with his eyes, seeing the end from beginning to end.

Until she took off her clothes almost as quickly as she prepared the last two buttons of her shirt—

Rong Jincheng suddenly grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and it was extremely powerful!

"Ah!" Han Yurou was caught off guard, and her feet slipped, fell into his arms, and hit his chin.

Unable to resist at all, Rong Jincheng held her waist tightly.

His clothes were all well worn, and she was almost naked, which contrasted with him and also formed a strong sense of shame.

Her little hand pressed against his chest, so she did not let herself slide down.

Rong Jincheng was extremely strong, as if he was about to crush her, his eyes were filled with indifference, like a sharp sword.

"Ms. Han is so impatient? Or do you want me to want you?"

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, her eyes fading like water: "I just fulfilled my promise."

"Oh, I'm forgetful, what promise is coming, say it again."

"Rong Jincheng!"

"Don't call me my name, I don't like to hear it, call me Jincheng, call me."

Han Yurou was completely angry by him, with a red chill in her eyes. When she looked at him, she looked like a furry lion with a cold heart.

She couldn't scream.

Rong Jincheng saw that there was anger in her eyes, and she smiled, pinched her face, and approached her.

"I'm really a little woman who can't hide her emotions. She has written all her expressions on her face. This is not good."

"Can you start?" Han Yurou didn't want to talk to him. What he wanted was her body. If he gave it to him, he wouldn't say anything more.

"I'll tell you again, what promise is coming, say it."

Han Yurou bit her lips tightly.

In front of Rong Jincheng, she was no longer dignified.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word: "If you have any needs, I'll be on call."

"And what? What to do?"

"Don't go too far."

"Oh, this is so furious? This doesn't work, I'll be angry." Rong Jincheng looked at her like a demon, and his voice was even more like a demon.

His hand reached under her underwear, with clever means.

As early as the first day after he had sex with Han Yurou, he, the flirting expert, had figured out every sensitive point on her.
Chapter completed!