"You...you have to..." Yuan Jiang's whole body was as soft as a pool of water, and she clung to Fu Xiaoheng softly, her eyes blurred and slightly red, and her words became more and more delicate: "You have to kiss me!"
The girl's face flushed, and she clung to Fu Xiaoheng like an octopus. Her voice was as charming as a spider web, entangling every nerve in his body.
Fu Xiaoheng leaned down, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes filled with darkness. He had already started having sex, but had yet to do so. He couldn't resist her passion, and his Adam's apple rolled heavily. His voice was suppressed and hoarse: "Am I the eldest brother or the old man?"
"You are..." Yuan Jiang blinked in confusion, obedient and well-behaved, her sobbing voice carrying a hint of coquettishness: "Old man."
Fu Xiaoheng's pupils gradually turned into a lustful scarlet.
"Old man, please hug me..." Yuan Jiang was bewitched and felt very uncomfortable all over. Her little face showed a pitiful look as if she was about to cry. She hugged his thin waist tightly with both hands and rubbed her fair cheeks against his hard chest.
The voice was soft and tender, with a hint of tears in it, "My dear, I feel hot and uncomfortable..."
The first time they met, Fu Xiaoheng used Chinese medicine, and she had a skin hunger attack.
This was the first time she was drugged, but he was lucid and rational.
Fu Xiaoheng swallowed hard, and pressed his rough fingertips against her plump, rosy lips. His eyes were deep, and he was on the verge of losing control, but he still wanted her to give an answer seriously: "Are you going to break off the engagement with Fu Ce?"
Yuan Jiang bit her lip in grievance, a hint of mischievous cunning like a little fox flashed across her trembling eyelashes. She reached out to unbutton his clothes, but she didn't know whether it was because she was too impatient or the buttons were against her, and she couldn't unbutton any of them for a long time.
She snorted in anger, her eyes red with anxiety. She avoided the man's burning gaze and simply lowered her head to pull at his belt.
He was not sure whether to take risks or not, and his standing was not stable. He stumbled accidentally. The white and soft little hand touched him lightly, and the man's breathing became heavier.
"Yuan Jiang." Fu Xiaoheng's forehead veins bulged, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke: "Break off the engagement with Fu Ce, and I will give it to you, all of it."
He murmured softly, and the hot air gushed out as if it was boiling.
Yuan Jiang was so upset that she wanted to cry. Her mind was already hazy, so she could only agree to his words: "I will cancel the engagement."
"Get engaged to Lao Ji and marry him as my wife."
She stood on tiptoe crying and wanted to kiss him. She climbed onto his shoulders with both hands, pouted her red lips, and fell heavily on the man's slender neck.
Breathing is rapid, and the protruding Adam's apple is pressed against his mouth.
Fu Xiaoheng heard what she said and wanted to answer. He grasped Yuan Jiang Yingying's waist with his warm, rough hands and stared at her with a deep gaze: "You said it."
"I said." Yuan Jiang's breathing was uneven, and his head was hot and burning, as if it was about to turn into a paste.
The sweet words he said were free: "I love my husband the most. I want to marry him and make love with him every day."
"If you can't do it, I'll lock you up and torture you for eight hours every day." Fu Xiaoheng raised his hand and carelessly stroked her hot and tender cheek. His tone was harsh and heavy, and he didn't know whether he was talking to her or to himself.
Yuan Jiang's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she nodded pitifully.
The next second,
“Hmm!”
Yuan Jiang was forced to raise her head and was kissed until tears came out.
Fu Xiaoheng's arms were steady and strong. He grasped her thighs and lifted her up. Yuan Jiang wrapped her arms around his neck, panting rapidly. She lowered her head and could not wait to kiss his eyebrows, nose, and lips...
The warm and fragrant breath sprayed on the tip of Fu Xiaoheng's nose, and her nostrils were filled with the unique fragrance of a young girl. She lowered her charming fox eyes, pitiful and pleading, sobbing and whimpering:
"Old man, I feel uncomfortable..."
"Help……"
Fu Xiaoheng's forehead was covered in sweat. He roughly pinched her jaw with his other hand and tilted his head back to block her chattering mouth.
He strode directly into the wedding room of Fu Ce and Yuan Jiang.
With a "bang", the door was kicked open by Fu Xiaoheng.
Yuan Jiang was thrown on the big bed. She was dizzy and woke up for a moment. She looked at the ceiling blankly. A big hand grabbed her ankle and dragged her over. She swallowed with salivating eyes.
Fu Xiaoheng stood by the bed, untied his tie with one hand and threw it on the ground. His bony fingers nimbly unbuttoned the buttons, revealing a large area of white and delicate collarbone.
Soon, the suit jacket and shirt were thrown to the ground.
He pressed on.
Yuan Jiang's eyes were red from being kissed. Seeing the open door, she struggled and sobbed, "No, no..."
"The door is open."
Fu Xiaoheng let out a soft laugh: "Let Fu Ce listen."
"How happy my wife and I are."
Yuan Jiang's pupils widened a little, and just as she was about to speak, Fu Xiaoheng interrupted her, so she could only swallow the unfinished words.
Fu Xiaoheng supported his hands on both sides of Yuan Jiang's head, revealing his upper body covered with a thin layer of muscle lines, smooth and sexy, his originally cold white skin color trembling with excitement and revealing a strange bright red.
Yuan Jiang, her reason swallowed up, sobbed and clung to his neck, struggling to tilt her little head back to kiss him.
She cried impatiently and begged: "Lao Xiao, give it to me..."
There was a loud bang, like thunder exploding in his head. The corners of Fu Xiaoheng's eyes burned red, and he unbuckled his belt with one hand.
The sound of metal buckles snapping exploded in the room. Yuan Jiang was too proactive.
Fu Xiaoheng couldn't resist the temptation and exerted great force.
It was as if he wanted to embed himself into Yuan Jiang's bones and blood.
Yuan Jiang's face flushed red with frustration, and she tried to beg for mercy pitifully, but she was kissed so hard that she couldn't even make a sound.
He seemed to be crazy with excitement.
Yuan Jiang cried with tears in her eyes.
He leaned against her earlobe from behind, rubbing it against her and whispering, "Honey, I'm happy."
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