Chapter 95: We will have our wedding night tonight!

Zhou Dongmeng came to the bed, put down the basin, soaked the towel in warm water, and smiled faintly: "Miss me?"

Chen Xiang's cheeks flushed and she almost jumped out of shock.

Her little thoughts, like pink bubbles floating in the air, were ruthlessly burst by the man's words.

For the sake of my own shy face.

I can only choose to be stubborn...

Chen Xiang glanced at him and said angrily: "Stop being so conceited! Only a ghost would miss you!"

"Really?"

The man didn't say anything.

It was just a simple question, just two words.

But is Zhou Dongmeng’s throat possessed by a sea monster?!

Otherwise, how could it produce such an alluring tone, low and cool, like the moonlight covering the earth late in the summer night.

There was a hint of laziness in the ending tone, and although the tone was raised, it was more affirmative than usual.

The two characters are hooks.

Hang Chen Xiang's heart.

No form of torture is as effective as this.

Chen Xiang's limbs were weak, and she lay paralyzed on the bed, sobbing...

She is a loser.

He almost confessed to treason at the man's words.

So what?

Zhou Dongmeng held the hot water kettle, squeezed the spout tightly, leaned over and stuffed it into the quilt, slowly moved to her belly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you taken off your cotton pants?"

Chen Xiang hesitated, fluttering her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the man's face.

Take off...

Zhou Dongmeng was silent for a moment, with a smile in his eyes: "Are you stupid?"

After asking, she didn't need to answer. He used the palm of his hand that had just taken the kettle to touch Chen Xiang's waist. There was only a thin layer of autumn pants. Zhou Dong suddenly nodded in understanding.

She gently reminded him, "Put the hot water bottle where it hurts. If it doesn't heal by the evening, you have to go to the toilet. Do you understand?"

"Put the water bottle outside your clothes, be careful not to get burned."

The man's palms were burning, and the place where they brushed across her waist was like a wall of fire. She felt as if she was in magma, tormented, tormented, tormented...

Oh my god!

She can't bear it any longer.

Why is it that she is suffering, and why can't she suffer him instead?

Chen Xiang bit her lip: "..."

Zhou Dongmeng wrung out the towel, and when he shook it open, a wave of steam rushed out in all directions. The man was behind the mist and spoke softly, "Xiangxiang, it's time to wipe your face and hands, and then put on the ointment, okay?"

She immediately reached out: "I can do it myself."

But Zhou Dong dodged it and the warm towel fell on the girl's forehead: "I'll do it."

The man's hands had just the right amount of strength, ironing every inch of skin on her face. After wiping her face, she felt a lot more relaxed.

When the towel reached the girl's lips, Zhou Dongmeng paused slightly.

His eyes were involuntarily drawn to her rosy, plump lips. He was silent, with a blazing fire in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he leaned over and kissed her lips hard.

Chen Xiang tensed up: "..."

Here we go again!

Two seconds after his lips fell, Zhou Dongmeng raised his shoulders, pulled the distance between them, and said with a smile: "Reward."

"What's the reward?"

"I'm paying you to wipe your face. You...are you thinking of me as free labor?"

Chen Xiang glared at him: "..."

Zhou Dongmeng: "Left hand."

Chen Xiang obediently raised her left hand and let him wipe it.

After wiping, it was the same as before. Zhou Dong leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, then used his right hand. After wiping, Chen Xiang pouted her little mouth and waited to be kissed.

The man slowly approached her face until he could clearly see the girl's thick and distinct eyelashes, then he stopped. The two of them were so close that they could smell each other's breath.

Those red lips are waiting for him to pick...

Suddenly.

Zhou Dongmeng chuckled.

A deep sound coming out of the throat touches people's hearts.

It's really killing me.

Chen Xiang couldn't wait for his lips.

I can't wait any longer.

Hearing the man's laugh, her eyelashes trembled, and what she saw was the deep restlessness in his eyes.

Chen Xiang raised her chin slightly and asked him softly, "Will we have our wedding night tonight?"

“…”

Zhou Dongmeng didn't say anything, but kisses kept falling on him.

Different from the shallow pecks in the previous times, this time was more urgent and passionate. Zhou Dongmeng held her lower lip tightly, like eating a piece of candy, and the feeling of slowly waiting for the sweetness to spread in his mouth was the most unbearable.

And the sweetest...

The two of them had little experience, and he lingered for a long time outside the girl's slightly pursed lips, which was a bit difficult to penetrate...

Zhou Dong suddenly stopped, his breath was already disordered, and he pinched her jaw with his thumb, panting slightly: "Open your mouth."

Chen Xiang's body was hot, her breath was hot too, and her hands on the man's back curled up.

She looked at him with her eyes wide open.

This time she was very obedient and opened slowly, which was already fascinating.

Zhou Dongmeng's eyes darkened a little.

He held her lips again and deepened the kiss...

…

Chen Xiang couldn't remember how long they kissed.

Zhou Dongmeng was right, there is a kind of kiss that does not need a timer, because it is impossible to count the number of times it happens, it can only be described as dizzying.

If Zhou's mother hadn't come knocking on the door and called them to eat.

Chen Xiang thinks...

They can continue until all the oxygen in each other's chest is sucked dry.

"Xiaoxiang, are you hungry? Come out for dinner?"

Zhou's mother stood at the door and called her.

Chen Xiang was startled, then she opened her eyes and whispered, "It's our mother who is here——"

Zhou Dong stopped panting, leaning his arms on the bed, and looked at the girl. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes were watery, and her red lips were a little swollen from his kiss.

He himself was sweating profusely on his forehead, breathing heavily, and his entire body was tense and hot, like a piece of iron...

Chen Xiang blushed and pinched the back of his hand.

Zhou Dong gritted his teeth in pain, leaned over and sucked hard on the girl's lips, as if in revenge, and then he shouted in response: "Mom, we'll be there soon."

"Hurry up, the food is getting cold."

"knew."

When Zhou's mother's footsteps disappeared from the door, Zhou Dong stepped under the bed with his long legs, picked up the already cold towel from the side and threw it into the basin.

He asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Chen Xiang bit her lip, her voice almost inaudible: "A little bit..."

"Stop biting."

Zhou Dongmeng returned to the girl and spoke softly.

He even stretched out his fingers to free her lower lip from her teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's already swollen enough, if you bite it again, it will be damaged."

Chen Xiang's cheeks flushed, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Zhou Dongmeng, let's have our wedding night tonight."

Zhou Dong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Am I such a beast?"

"Aren't you a beast? You were like that just now..."

Before Chen Xiang could finish her words, she saw Zhou Dongmeng trying to stand up with a hurt expression on his face.

She quickly stood up and quickly grabbed his arm.

Men always like to roll up their sleeves to expose their wrists and forearms. Chen Xiang had been craving for this small part for a long time. The texture on it was even, and the slightly protruding blue veins were winding and disappeared at the lifeline.