0001 Agreement
"Sweetie, open up a little wider, it's making me uncomfortable because you're squeezing me so tight..."
He Lingling's face was already streaked with tears, glistening teardrops clinging to her eyelashes, and her fair, snow-white face flushed an unnatural red from the emotion she felt.
Outside the window, the shadows of pine trees swayed in the breeze. It was raining today, a light drizzle, but with a chill in the air. Wanqi Fuze, worried that she might catch a cold, had the fireplace in the downstairs living room lit. It was only autumn now.
She disliked autumn because it was too difficult for Brother Ayan—his legs would ache, and so would hers. She hadn't seen Brother Ayan for half a year, the man who, despite his disability, remained gentle and kind, the man who had comforted and cherished her since childhood, the man… who would never bully her like he had, the neighbor brother she had once deeply loved, and dared not love again…
Perhaps sensing her distraction, Wanqi Fuze frowned unhappily, pinching her cheek between his thumb and forefinger, his hand resting on her chin. His voice, trembling with emotion, was somewhat hoarse.
Now she faced him.
Unlike at night, she only needed to lower her head slightly to clearly see that throbbing desire moving in and out of her body without any concealment. Even though she hated him so much, the thought still made her feel a surge of lust, and she couldn't help but moan softly, "Ah..."
He leaned close to her ear and said, "He Lingling, you're being naughty."
No matter how much she hated him, she couldn't deny that few people pronounced her name so beautifully. And few people could evoke such loathing and resentment in her.
She hated his bullying and domineering ways; she hated that he separated her from her brother, Ah Yan.
Because it was too tight, that desire could only go in halfway before withdrawing, bringing out a few drops of honey.
He Lingling wrapped her slender arms around his neck, her slightly reddened eyes looking at him. What a perfect face before her! His dark, inky eyes were almost magical, captivating anyone who looked into them. His sharply defined nose was perhaps a gift from the gods, and his beautiful, soft lips had brought her to orgasm countless nights.
He was handsome, yet possessed such a stern aura; only the mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of gentleness to his overall appearance.
The more beautiful the mushroom, the more poisonous it is. Only she knows how dangerous it is, just as beautiful it is. And she knows best where its weakness lies, striking precisely when it strikes.
She gently raised her slender, swan-like neck, her soft breasts pressing against his slightly cool chest, causing both of them to shudder simultaneously.
In that instant, they were so close, yet so far apart: "You know who I'm thinking about, don't you?"
Those soft lips uttered such hurtful words. She was known for her sharp tongue.
Wanqi Fuze seemed to be stunned for a moment. His eyes were pitch black and even more profound, as if a murderous intent was emerging in them. But then he curled up the corners of his lips.
He was indeed being too polite to her.
He almost broke one of He Lingling's legs, pressing it directly in front of her breast. She gasped softly, feeling a cool sensation beneath her, her pink and tender vulva completely exposed to him.
She gasped, a wave of panic washing over her, and cried out "Bastard!" in a tearful voice, only to see his smile deepen.
He held her down tightly with one hand, and with the other hand he gently stroked his penis. She could clearly see that it had swelled up again, with bulging veins. Before she could even reach out to stop the person in front of her, he had penetrated her completely.
He entered her almost tearing her apart, followed by pain that made her want to faint.
He ignored her, his hard lower abdomen slamming violently against her pair of round, snowy buttocks, filling the room with a blushing, shy slapping sound.
Unlike his usual protective manner, which was afraid of hurting her, Wan Qifuze almost always penetrated her to the hilt. His swollen and thick penis went in and out of her tender honey hole. He Lingling bit her lip in pain, but refused to utter another sound.
He was then fully eager to tease her. Having been together for ten years, he knew her sensitive spots best. Finding that protrusion, he pressed it without hesitation, almost instantly prying open her lips.
"Ah...no..."
He rammed into her again, making her gasp and gasp, and leaned in to ask, "What do you not want, baby..."
His retroflex endings were so authentic, carrying a seductive allure.
"Ahhh... Ahh... No more..."
Contrary to what she said, her lower body's little hole tightly gripped his veiny penis, refusing to let him go, drawing out streams of honeyed fluid.
"Clenching so tightly, do you have a death wish?" He looked at her lower abdomen, which was being pushed into the shape of his penis.
Regardless, at this moment, she belongs to him.
He could hear her intermittent sobs and soft moans; her eyes were brimming with tears, a mixture of confusion and passion. This was why he loved making love with her; only in these moments did they belong to each other…
The slapping sounds grew more urgent and loud, and love juices splattered everywhere. He picked her up, held her tightly in his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue skillfully hooked onto her little tongue, guiding her, who was no longer quite conscious, to kiss him.
Her lower body continued to move, and intermittent, broken moans escaped from her lips and tongue.
She cried like a little kitten.
The moment the idea came to him, he didn't even notice that his movements had become gentle.
The object in his arms was the treasure he had stolen when he was a teenager; this was the tenth year he had been with his treasure.
He gently kissed the corner of Lingling's eye, which was close to climax, where a tear had fallen because of him.
"Come stay with me for one last year, Lingling."
As the dragon struck that softest spot again, a flash of white light appeared in He Lingling's mind.
"ah--"
Warm water jets gushed from his vulva, drenching his muscular abdomen and still erect penis.
Almost simultaneously, as he gazed at her face, completely consumed by lust, he ejaculated a stream of hot semen deep into her body, causing her to shudder again, followed by a prolonged fainting spell.
—I know you don't love me, so I'll stay with you for one last year.
P.S.: I forgot to mention, sorry, the male lead's name will change a lot, please don't mind. Wanqi is a compound surname. And will you guys think Wanqi Fuze is an unconventional name? (Hehe)
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