Yan Zeyang unbuttoned his military uniform and threw it aside, revealing the white shirt underneath.
He held Wen Xin and put her on the bed. The bed sheet was new, and the blue color matched her skin tone very well, making her look red, white, and tender. She lay barefoot on the bed sheet, revealing her beautiful back under the hollowed-out silk skirt.
When he picked her up just now, she kicked her calves gently a few times. She actually liked his effortless princess hug, because when he held her in his arms, she felt like a treasure in his hands. She could feel infinite care and love. He was her safest support and harbor.
He wrapped his arms around her fat-like skin, holding her tightly. Listening to his heart beating steadily, Wen Xin suddenly felt a little shy at that moment.
She was not timid when it came to love, but for some reason, she felt a little shy at this moment.
The shoes on her feet kicked off, one fell in the hall, and the other stood by the door. After putting them on the bed, she turned over, hugged the soft pillow, and quietly turned sideways to look at him.
Look at the beauty under the light.
The branches are soft and tender, and the whole person looks very delicate.
When he put her down, her skirt had flipped up at some point. The silk fabric was soft and smooth, and the beauty with her curvaceous body was lying there. Her exposed skin was so white that it was dazzling, and her slightly open pink lips were gorgeous and eye-catching.
Like little red flowers blooming on a snowy night.
Under the dim light of the bedroom, a layer of watery luster appeared on the fair skin.
Yama unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while sitting on the bed. He took a look at the skin that had never been seen by anyone, and slowly placed his hot palms on it, feeling the skin as smooth as jade.
Perhaps his palm was too hot. Wen Xin moved slightly out of fear, but she couldn't avoid the hand that was pressed against her skin.
In the warm yellow light, on the night of New Year's Eve when everyone is celebrating, in the room where he will marry his future wife, there is also the bed that will be prepared for the wedding night.
She just lay there, taking it all in.
There were only two people in the bedroom, which isolated the loud sound of firecrackers outside and blocked the chill of the night. At such a quiet moment, under the dim light, the fair-skinned, captivating, graceful woman lying on the bed trembled timidly because of the touch of his fingertips, which made people feel pity for her.
Yama placed his hands quietly on her legs, looking at her without moving, but the Adam's apple in his throat kept sliding slightly, and a heat from the inside out seemed to be burning in his body.
Even the warmth was felt.
Even though Wen Xin was very passionate in the beginning, she was still a young girl who had not experienced much of the world after all. Once something like this happened, she would feel a little timid because that was an area she had no experience in.
She would not flirt with anyone casually, let alone do anything reckless. She knew Yan Mo Tou's personality and his attitude towards rejection, so she dared to flirt with him. As soon as the other party refused, she would retreat and advance, and seemed very bold, but that was just because she was sure that the other party would not do anything to her. Of course, there was also an element of love in it.
But in fact, when the other party really got serious with her, she immediately shrank, like a weak little chicken who was good at talking but had a very upright body, with fear clearly written on her face.
Women are very sensitive. When he put his hands on her snow-white, smooth and shiny legs, she became a little nervous. After stroking them twice, she wanted to hide.
Because he never took off his clothes before.
Although he sat there motionlessly looking at her, Wen Xin was too nervous to even think about getting up from the soft bed. However, just as she sat up, the man who had been motionless suddenly moved.
Arms that seemed to be made of steel tightly wrapped around her, pulling her towards him. Her entire body was held in a hot embrace, and the scorching temperature of his skin continued to warm her warm and tender skin.
Then her lips were sealed by scorching hot lips, and a wet tongue slid into her mouth.
He probed very deeply, and even the sound of her screaming was swallowed by him.
Wen Xin was soon kissed into a daze, and her extremely soft body had already melted into water in his arms.
When the kiss ended, she felt weak from being kissed, and leaned her head on his shoulder, panting. She smelled the cold breath on him, and looked up to see that he was slightly tilting his head, looking at her intently.
She couldn't help but ask him coquettishly: "What are you doing?"
"Fuck you." After uttering these two words between his clenched teeth, he supported himself on the edge of the bed with his right hand, turned over, and pressed her down on the bed.
…
New Year's Eve is a time when many people stay up all night and drink and party.
In the top-floor bedroom of a small building in Songtao Garden, someone was so domineering that no one got much sleep that night.
Despite great restraint, he still did it four times.
bedroom.
bathroom.
On the table.
Living room sofa.
Accompanied by the roar of firecrackers outside all night long, each of his blows hit the vital points directly, deeply, and then quickly withdrew.
The person under him was being whipped so hard that he felt like he was in torture. After crying excitedly, he looked like he had lost his soul, and even his pink toes were twitching.
But isn't he the same?
His skin was bronze and honey-colored, and big drops of sweat flowed down his body, hitting the floor one by one.
Every time I pick up my gun and go into battle, it feels like I am fighting on a battlefield surrounded by mountains.
Among them, thousands of fishes were feeding and playing with him.
Even though he had a body of steel and an iron will, he had to bow his head and surrender in the deep and submerged peach blossom village.
Conquer, endure, suffer, and breathe.
Unbridled attack, crazy swing.
A storm of passion.
The last time I lay on the bed sheets that were once clean but now a mess.
There was clear moonlight outside the window, shining on the bed like frost. There were no curtains in the room. Through the moonlight outside the window, they looked into each other's eyes. It was a blazing love, a heart-pounding emotion, so close that their breaths intertwined.
Yan Motou had been staring at her expression from beginning to end. Only when he reached his limit did he close his eyes patiently, arch his back, and press his face against hers, listening to the sounds of her tender lips and tongue. He lowered his head to her ears, and panted rhythmically as the whipping sounded...
"Who are you?"
"Warm, I am warm."
"Do you love me?"
"Love, I love you, I love you the most..."
…
It was four o'clock in the morning. Although it was still dark, there was a faint glow on the horizon.
After cleaning the bed and washing the sheets, Yama put on his shirt solemnly, reached out to take the military uniform that he had thrown on the chair, put it on, and finished his preparations.
His eyes were slightly red, his chin was slightly bearded, and he had not slept all night, but his face did not show the slightest sign of dejection. Instead, he looked resolute, upright, and radiant.
He buttoned his cuffs.
I turned around and walked to the bed. It turned out that the blue sheets had been changed and replaced with clean white ones.
Wen Xin, with obvious fatigue on her face, was sleeping soundly under the quilt.
Sleeping defenseless like a baby.
He doesn't have the thoughtfulness or vigilance that a spy should have.
She would even cry if she used too much force. How could anyone allow a woman who is so afraid of pain to be a spy?
For the first time, he became unsure of his guess. Some of her hair hung down to her cheeks. He stared at it for a long time, sighed, and reached out to push it away, but ended up waking her up.
She closed her eyes in anger and shouted loudly: "I'm going to die!" But the sound that came out of her mouth was as hoarse as a mosquito's, and she sobbed in pain.
Don’t you feel sorry for her when you see her tired and aggrieved look?
Heartbroken.
He touched her hair lovingly and lowered his head to peck her lips which had lost all color overnight.
"I'm leaving now. The porridge is still warm in the pot. Remember to eat it when you wake up."
After listening to this, Wen Xin opened her eyes with great effort and saw the man in front of her dressed neatly in military uniform, preparing to get up and leave.
How could he leave? Can't leave!
She used all her strength to wrap her arms around his neck, and was lifted up from the bed by his force.
"You can't leave. It's not dawn yet. You stay a little longer. Woohoo, you bastard, you heartless bastard..." She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hanging on him naked like a baby, crying and scolding him.
Yan Zeyang's face darkened when he heard that word, but he still held her smooth back, afraid that she would slip down. However, what he saw was her tears flowing down, and when he lifted the quilt, he could smell the unique fragrance on her body and the scent that belonged to him... that had not yet dissipated.
A man who has just experienced the sweetness of a woman has negative self-control.
Even Yama is no exception.
After just a hug like this, the heat in the body that had already subsided rose up again.
His breathing was unstable. After a few words of comfort, he couldn't control himself and turned his head to kiss her face continuously. Her lips were slightly raised by his force. After a long time, he gasped in suppression: "If I have time, I will come back. Wait for me at home obediently."
"I won't wait for you, I want to go back to Longzhou." Wen Xin closed her eyes and shed tears of grievance. After they became one, he patted his butt and left. How could this be? She was like a poor little thing who was about to be abandoned. She hugged his neck and whimpered behind him.
At that moment, Yan Mo's heart ached, and he tightened his face: "Okay, I'll ask someone to pick you up, you wait at home."
After talking for a long time, he finally took the two pink and tender arms off his neck, tucked her into the quilt, and after coaxing her to sleep, he hurriedly took the hat at the door and quickly went downstairs.
In the cold morning, he went downstairs, opened the door of the jeep, and got in.
The other person was coaxed to sleep, but he felt heavy all over. The desire that was difficult to relieve made his abdomen tense. He closed his eyes, and it took a long time for the uncomfortable feeling to dissipate.
Thinking of something, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, which had a light red stain on it.
At that moment, he didn't know whether he hoped in his heart that the inspection receipt was real or forged.
He stroked his forehead and closed his eyes for a long time before he put the handkerchief into his pocket. In the still dark early morning, he started the car and quickly left Songtao Garden.
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