"I'm already an adult, I'm over sixteen!" She grabbed his hand and bit it. "Tell me, is it because you don't think I have a better figure than those women in magazines, that you're not interested in me?"
How could his behavior these past few days suggest that he has no interest in her?
Facing the sick and unreasonable girl, Ming'an said with a headache, "Why do you still remember my magazines?"
Since he got together with her, he has drunk less alcohol, stopped buying magazines, and just wants to lie in bed with her all day.
“You have too many bad memories… I don’t feel safe…” She kissed his chin with a “smack”, then bit him again, and then unexpectedly reached out and, without knowing where she learned the quick way to unbuckle his belt, slipped one hand inside his waistband.
Ming'an's expression suddenly became...very subtle.
She said like a mafia boss, "Since you don't want to have sex with me, this thing is useless to you... I'm going to chop it up and go find other men!"
His gaze darkened, his tone still gentle, yet concealing a chill, "Say it again."
"I said I wanted to find someone else... um!"
He suddenly lowered his head and covered her mouth with his, preventing her from saying anything he hated. He bit her lip and murmured coldly, "Even if you cry out in pain later... I won't stop."
Before Feng Guang could say anything, he pressed her back onto the bed. She had no choice but to pull her hand out of his pants, like a drowning person desperately trying to grab a piece of driftwood, and finally could only wrap her arms around his neck.
He whispered against her lips, "I'm giving you one last chance to change your mind..."
She blinked in confusion, her mind, "burnt" by the low temperature, banishing all her rationality. She grabbed a strand of his long black hair that had fallen onto her chest, making him lower his head a little more, and began to kiss him, mimicking his actions.
He heard the so-called "gentlemanly conduct" fading away from him.
"Don't rush... I'll satisfy you soon." Ming An gently kissed the corner of her lips, his clothes already completely removed without her noticing.
This was the first time she had seen him without clothes, so she opened her eyes wide with curiosity. Then she saw the black line that started from his neck and spread out along an irregular path to his right foot. She found it novel and tried to push him away with all her might. Of course, she didn't have the strength, but Ming An had always been very indulgent towards her. He sighed and took the initiative to change his position, letting her sit on his waist.
She's spoiled and has a bad temper. If things don't go her way, she'll probably throw an even bigger tantrum when she's sick. He might as well just give in to her. At least that way, she'll be happy, and that'll make him happy too.
He is indeed a gentleman, but he is not a man who would endlessly satisfy others. It is only because the object of his affections is her that he can change his principles again and again.
She began to bend down, tracing the dark lines on his neck from where they started, down his shoulders, his chest, his lower abdomen, and then…
“Little girl…” Then Ming’an’s even more helpless voice rang out from inside the room, “That’s not a lollipop, don’t bite it so hard…”
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