Lu Wanwan said no, but her body was honest, rejecting him without any flirtatiousness.

After all, her goal was to make a lot of money, support Han Meiren, and reach the pinnacle of life.

One day, she would throw a black card in front of Han Meiren and say domineeringly and wickedly: "Sit on it, move yourself!"

With beautiful wishes in mind, Lu Wanwan wanted to steal a goodnight kiss from Han Meiren, and then go to sleep happily.

However, Han Jingmo turned over and pressed her under him. His movements were rapid and strong, and he did not allow any resistance. She was almost suffocated by his kiss.

The deep kiss ended.

Lu Wanwan was breathing heavily, her eyes were trembling, and the light was shimmering.

Han Jingmo lowered his head and placed a kiss on the corner of her eye. His movements were gentle, without the dominance just now. From the center of her eyebrows to the bridge of her nose, from her cheeks to her lips, he was treating her with great piety as if she were treating a treasure.

After an indescribable moment...

Lu Wanwan began to get nervous. Was this really the way to the end?

There should be that thing in the bedside cabinet of the hotel. It should be fine if she took the right measures.

While she was thinking, she found that Han Jingmo stopped, leaning on her, his forehead buried in the crook of her neck, breathing softly.

Lu Wanwan was puzzled: "Do... do you want to stop?"

"You have a day of filming tomorrow." Han Jingmo's voice was low, slightly hoarse, and deadly sexy.

Lu Wanwan was in a daze for a while, then he realized that he was worried that her body couldn't take it. He blinked and moved his body slightly: "Then what... should you do?"

"Don't move." Han Jingmo whispered

to stop her. Lu Wanwan immediately stopped obediently, because she felt that he seemed to have grown bigger when she moved just now...

"Beast." Lu Wanwan muttered softly.

"Oh."

"Lecher."

"Oh."

"I'm talking about you."

"Yeah."

"Why don't you refute?" Lu Wanwan was surprised.

"I'm counting," Han Jingmo looked up at her with deep eyes: "How many times you scold me today, I will do it that many times in the future."

"..." Lu Wanwan gritted her teeth: "Worse than a beast!" "

One more time."

"..." Lu Wanwan shut up and deliberately raised her leg to rub against him.

Han Jingmo sucked in a breath of cold air, and a dangerous light flashed in his narrow eyes.

Lu Wanwan was immediately frightened and quiet as a chicken.

But after waiting for a while, he still showed no sign of calming down.

Lu Wanwan suggested: "Why don't you take a shower?"

Han Jingmo glanced at her.

Lu Wanwan coughed lightly. It was winter now, and taking a cold shower was quite cold.

After waiting for a while, there was still no sign of calming down.

Lu Wanwan was uncomfortable with him and wanted to cry: "What's wrong with you..."

Han Jingmo closed his eyes, smelling the faint scent of Epiphyllum on her body, and felt a little irritated in his heart. When he was with her, he always couldn't help it easily, and the desire in his heart was always surfacing.

Lu Wanwan licked the corner of her lips: "Do... do you want me to help you?"

Han Jingmo's body froze, and he looked up at her. There was an endless darkness in his eyes, as thick as ink that could not be dissolved.

Lu Wanwan was stared at by his scorching eyes, and she swallowed secretly, and reached her right hand under his body.

But she overestimated herself. As soon as her hand touched him, she shrank back in fear, and said like an ostrich: "Or... forget it."

Han Jingmo looked at her for a while, oh, and it was impossible to tell what he was feeling. He lowered his head again and buried his forehead in her shoulder.

Lu Wanwan's fingertips seemed to be burned. Although there was a layer of clothes between them, she was still startled.

This was a strange and unfamiliar feeling for her.

Suddenly, her ears felt itchy. She looked over with her eyes slanting. It was Han Jingmo who had hooked a strand of her hair with his fingers and was playing with it.

Lu Wanwan was speechless. Are you still in the mood to play now? She reached out and pulled her hair back.

Han Jingmo glanced at her indifferently.

Lu Wanwan obediently handed it over with both hands.