0075 Trap

He pulled her into the room, and as soon as they entered, Song Ning was thrown onto the bed. The action wasn't exactly rough, but it still made her feel uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to get up, Shen Yuxiu pressed down on her, grabbed her wrist, and continued to kiss her lips relentlessly.

His tongue teased her lips and teeth, his hand cupped her breast, his fingertips rubbing against her nipples, so tenderly that it was as if the unpleasantness just now was a misunderstanding.

Soon, the cooled enthusiasm was rekindled by the tingling, itchy feeling all over the body.

The two were reluctant to part, so they haphazardly pulled at each other's and their own clothes, finally managing to remove their coats and sweaters, leaving only their undershirts.

Shen Yuxiu pushed up her thin undershirt, which was barely visible, and pulled down her bra, revealing her full figure.

Its vague shape is as beautiful as a peach.

Shen Yuxiu's dark eyes narrowed. He lifted the breast, took it into his mouth, licked and gently bit it between his tongue and teeth, and then stroked the other breast, his five fingers enveloping and kneading it.

When they kissed upon entering, Song Ning felt an arousal in her lower body, and now a warm current flowed through her. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around Shen Yuxiu, pressing her hips against his heat, and rubbing against him impatiently, "Brother..."

"Want it?" Shen Yuxiu propped himself up with one hand, his five fingers kneading her breasts as he looked down at her.

He didn't turn on the lights from the moment he entered the room until he came in. His face was shrouded in shadow, so Song Ning couldn't see his face clearly. She could only feel the grip on his chest tightening: "Yes."

Shen Yuxiu chuckled and traced her curves down to unbutton her pants.

He unzipped her pants and slipped his hand inside her colorful and sexy panties, precisely finding her clitoris and rubbing it with his hand.

Song Ning felt a slight, tingling itch all over her body, and warm currents flowed through her body.

Shen Yuxiu reached out and touched her wet vulva, rubbing his fingers on it. After a few touches, he suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing: "Your period is early again?"

Song Ning was initially confused by his touch, but after hearing what he said, she was also a little unsure.

Her periods are always irregular, how would she know if what she just lost was water or blood?

Shen Yuxiu withdrew his hand, got out of bed, and turned on the light.

The light came on, and sure enough, his hands were stained with her blood.

Shen Yuxiu stood by the bed, glancing at her with a gloomy expression: "You really know how to pick your time."

The tone was neither teasing nor displeased, and Song Ning couldn't tell whether it was because of what had just happened or because of what was happening now.

After Shen Yuxiu went into the bathroom, Song Ning got up and heard the sound of water running from the faucet. She complained, "It's not like I wanted to."

She was also uncomfortable being interrupted halfway through.

It's unclear whether Shen Yuxiu heard these words or not. When he came out, he had lost his previous emotions, with only a few strands of wet hair covering his forehead, making his fair face look even colder.

He carried her into the bathroom, put her down, and said in a calm voice, "Take off your clothes and wash up."

After Song Ning learned it was blood, she also felt unwell. In front of him, she took off her clothes and went into the shower room.

She turned on the shower and, through the glass door, asked, "How did you know it was blood?"

Shen Yuxiu leaned against the sink, his long legs draped across his body, and glanced at her casually: "The feel is different."

His gaze lingered on her, his dark eyes flashing with an indistinct light, both wicked and alluring, completely different from his usual gentle and affectionate demeanor.

Song Ning couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or not, and her attention was entirely focused on him.

His undershirt was slightly damp, clinging to his chest and revealing the smooth lines of his collarbone and pectoral muscles. The undershirt was tucked into his belt, creating an excellent proportion between his waist and broad shoulders. His languid posture made his eyes look even more wicked, as if the two had already made love.

Song Ning's body was scalded and turned red, with a damp blush, and the tingling, numb, itchy feeling in her lower abdomen returned.

Damn, is he possessed by a vixen tonight?! He's so good at flirting.

Song Ning regained her composure, tested the water temperature, and, finding it to be about right, walked to the showerhead to wash away her restlessness.

Diluted blood flowed down her fair legs, and her curvaceous figure was gradually enveloped by the heat, reflected hazily on the glass door.

Shen Yuxiu's vision was obscured by the white mist, and he could only vaguely see the bathing flower ball moving around her hourglass figure, with white foam gradually taking over her body.

He suddenly became jealous of the foam on her body, and his mood became irritable. Almost without thinking, he rushed into the shower room, pinned Song Ning's wrist against the wall, and turned the shower back on.

The shower drenched them both, his soaked undershirt clinging to her back. Song Ning turned around and said, "My period has started."

Shen Yuxiu grabbed her breasts and buried his head in her neck, nibbling at it: "I know."

I knew he was still like this.

Shen Yuxiu seemed to know what she was thinking. He unzipped his pants and pressed his hot penis between her legs: "Use this to help me get it out."

After a long pause, he added in a low voice, "It hurts terribly."

Hearing his voice, Song Ning felt he was in great pain, so she didn't refuse him anymore. She had also been aroused by him earlier, so she replied, "Okay."

Shen Yuxiu's throat tightened, and he pulled her face to kiss her.

His kiss just now, though gentle and soft, carried a hint of force and dominance. Now, it was a genuine, tender affection, as if he cherished her to the very core.

Song Ning took the initiative to stick out her tongue, which he hooked and sucked, the wet surface of her tongue tingling with pleasure, making their breathing heavier.

He thrust his hips, slowly rubbing between her legs.

The foam on Song Ning's body had only been rinsed halfway off, and her crotch was still slippery, which actually made it easier for him to rub against her. His thick, long penis rubbed against her thigh skin, making an ambiguous sound.

Slowly, the area being rubbed began to heat up, and with his rubbing motion, the passage tightened in waves, causing an unbearable soreness and itching.

Shen Yuxiu whispered in her ear, his deep breaths brushing against her earlobe. He took it in his mouth, and the breaths turned into muffled groans, becoming even more intense.

With his fingers interlaced, Shen Yuxiu gripped her hand tightly, pinched Song Ning's tip and pulled it outwards, thrusting faster and faster beneath her, whispering hoarsely into her ear, "Be good, squeeze tighter."

Song Ning frowned, clamped her legs together, feeling an unbearable tingling and itching sensation all over her body, as if ants were biting her: "Shen Yuxiu...give it to me...I want it..."

Shen Yuxiu didn't respond, but the breathing around his ear grew heavier and heavier. After the penis thrust in and out rapidly dozens of times, white semen sprayed onto the damp wall.

He pulled out his erect penis, pulled up his wet pants, and kissed her.

But this light, fleeting kiss couldn't quench his thirst at all, yet he smiled considerately and said, "Don't shower for too long, or you'll run out of oxygen."

Song Ning was indeed feeling dizzy and short of breath, with a rapid heartbeat, but what did he mean by that?

Song Ning watched Shen Yuxiu walk out of the shower room, looking as if that was the end of it, and stared at him in disbelief: "You're just ending it like that?"

Shen Yuxiu took off his wet shirt and threw it into the laundry basket: "It's not advisable to have sex during menstruation."

Song Ning chased after him and blocked Shen Yuxiu at the sink: "I don't care, you figure something out."

Shen Yuxiu seemed determined not to touch her. He gently pushed her away and said calmly, "I'll go get you some clothes."

Song Ning was irritable and frustrated, but she knew he was really angry today, and in a very serious way, so she didn't dare to add fuel to the fire.