Chapter 465: The Rural Woman in Power Coveted by the Rich and Powerful (29)
However, Leng Yanli seemed to have not heard the noise outside the door at all. Not only did he not let go, but he went a step further and pressed his forehead against Qingwu's forehead. The tips of their noses almost touched, and their breathing intertwined in an instant.
"Answer me," his voice was low and urgent, "Do you want me?"
This strong attitude seemed to be telling Qingwu——
He wouldn't leave unless she gave a positive answer.
But there was clearly a look of pleading in Leng Yanli's eyes.
At this moment, the dusk had completely swallowed up the last ray of daylight, leaving only the faint glow from the floor lamp in the room, shrouding the entangled figures of the two in a hazy light and shadow.
Qingwu looked into Leng Yanli's eyes which were so close to her, while outside the door, her daughter Zhenbao's crisp giggles were getting closer and closer.
It was like a gate about to fall, ruthlessly separating desire from reality.
Qingwu's fingertips trembled lightly on Leng Yanli's chest, and finally—
Not pushed open.
Leng Yanli's eyes lit up, and at the last second, before the parenting team opened the door, he carried Qingwu into her bedroom.
Qingwu resents the man's dominance.
Didn't even give her a chance to speak.
Knowing that her daughter is back...
But just now, Leng Yanli rushed towards the bedroom holding her in his arms with the explosive power unique to athletes, and every step made her chest hit his hard collarbone.
Qingwu heard the housekeeper's puzzled voice coming from outside. "Madam, we're back. Have you rested yet?"
And my daughter's laughter...
Leng Yanli didn't give her a chance to think. He suddenly pried open Qingwu's clenched teeth with his thumb, and his tongue, with the coolness of mint candy, probed into her, forcefully taking away all her breath.
This kiss was completely different from Yan Lili's gentle exploration, nor was it like Gu Chenzhou's restrained affection.
It was more like the ruthlessness of a young man who was determined to burn his boats, as if he wanted to swallow Qingwu whole.
They all heard the nanny teasing Zhenbao, but Leng Yanli hugged Qingwu even tighter.
Qingwu's nightgown had slipped to her ankles, and Leng Yanli's vest was wrinkled by her, and the exposed abdominal muscles still had red marks from her nails.
Leng Yanli chuckled in Qingwu's ear: "Do you want your daughter to see you like this?"
These words ran through Qingwu's spine like an electric current.
She struggled in his arms, but he lifted her up sideways.
While his bare feet were hanging in the air, he kicked over the aromatherapy bottle on the ground. The essential oil spread on the marble floor, reflecting the entangled images of the two people.
Qingwu's fingertips dug deeply into Leng Yanli's shoulders, but when he threw her onto the bed, she saw a flash of almost devout desire in his eyes.
Leng Yanli knelt on the bed and unzipped his sweatpants. As the zipper slid down, the smooth muscle lines between his strong waist and abdomen were faintly visible in the moonlight.
The way he stared at her was like a shooter aiming at the bull's eye in the Olympic finals.
"Awu," Leng Yanli leaned over and supported Qingwu on both sides, sweat dripping on her trembling lips, "I want to show Awu what true 'champion-level' service is."
The night outside the window had completely darkened. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the Jade Garden could not reflect the scene inside. Only the halo of the floor lamp seeped through the crack of the bedroom door, casting an ambiguous light mark on the floor of the entrance hall.
The nanny held Zhenbao in the living room and called "Madam" several times, feeling a little strange.
Why did your wife go to bed so early today?
Qingwu wanted to speak——
All I could hear was the sound of cloth tearing.
(Some deleted sounds.)
He forced himself to swallow the words, which broke into fragments.
The sound of a nanny telling a story to Zhenbao came from outside the door, but it seemed vague and distant through the door, like an echo from another world.
Leng Yanli raised his sweat-soaked face, his eyes burning with undisguised possessiveness.
He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of Qingwu's eyes. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against silk, with an indescribable sexiness: "Awu, my interview was okay—"
However, Qingwu was unable to answer him at this time.
Leng Yanli's movements were filled with the rhythm and strength unique to athletes.
Every deep attempt made Qingwu dizzy.
Qingwu's fingers gripping the bed sheet gradually became weak.
The nails dug deep into Leng Yanli's back muscles.
Young and explosive body...
The halo of light from the floor lamp seeped out from the crack in the door, casting streaks of light on the floor of the entrance hall.
In the bedroom, the moonlight sprinkled on the two of them like water.
The intertwined breathing sounds complemented each other.
The figures melted into a picture that was out of control.
The strength of the world champion is too terrifying...
The nursery rhymes that the nanny sang to lull Zhenbao to sleep had long since quietly dissipated in the children's room.
Leng Yanli still pressed Qingwu on the bay window sill.
The moonlight filtered through the thin gauze curtains, shining like silver light on his sweaty back muscles, forming wheat-colored ripples of light and shadow that undulated slightly.
He pinched the soft flesh on her waist with his fingertips and placed a toothy kiss on her neck.
Qingwu's breathing became more rapid.
Qingwu's hands rested weakly on Leng Yanli's shoulders, her body trembling slightly.
In this charming atmosphere, suddenly, there was a light sound of a key turning at the entrance.
This time, it was the sound of Oxford leather shoes stepping on marble.
It is the steady rhythm of the banquet ceremony.
The overturned aromatherapy bottle on the floor, the scattered men's sneakers, and the ambiguous light coming through the crack of the bedroom door...
"Leng, Yan, Li!" Yan Lili's voice was like the ice spikes in December, cold and sharp, filled with uncontrollable anger, and he wished he could kill Leng Yanli.
They actually stole his treasures!
Hearing the sound, Qingwu, who was still drowsy, suddenly woke up.
Her body trembled violently, as if she was extremely frightened, and she instinctively wanted to push Leng Yanli away.
Glancing sideways, I saw Yan Lili standing under the floor lamp in the living room, looking particularly desolate and lonely. There was still night dew on his camel coat, and he was holding a box of strawberry cake that Qingwu liked.
At this moment, his complexion was extremely ugly, pale without a trace of blood, and his originally handsome face was slightly distorted by anger.
His fingers gripped the cake box so tightly that it made a crisp "crack" sound.
Leng Yanli's body involuntarily paused when Qing Wu pushed him like that.
But he didn't look back, but gently pulled Qingwu's nightgown up.
His fingertips gently brushed across the kiss mark on Qingwu's collarbone that had not yet faded. His movements were intimate and gentle, as if he was stroking a fragile piece of porcelain, afraid that he would break it by accident.
Then, Leng Yanli slowly picked up the sweatpants placed aside.
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