Hua Qingcheng's eyes were blurry. She looked down at Jiang Yunting from above, her eyes filled with unwavering tenderness. She leaned forward slightly, placed her lips close to the man's ear, and whispered softly, "Brother Jiang, I will be responsible for you..."
Hua Qingcheng's hot breath brushed against Jiang Yunting's neck like a gentle breeze, causing him to feel a tingling sensation. This subtle touch was like a light feather, gently tickling his heart.
At this moment, Hua Qingcheng's words deeply touched the softest part of Jiang Yunting's heart. In an instant, he felt a warm torrent rushing into his heart, as if to melt his already exhausted heart.
"Okay, you can't regret it!"
Jiang Yunting's eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation. He hugged Hua Qingcheng's neck tightly, greedily enjoying her tenderness.
Then, he once again frantically snatched the sweet breath from Hua Qingcheng's mouth, until he kissed this woman to the point of being confused and gasping for breath.
"Jiang...Brother Jiang, but I have a condition, which is...I may not be able to afford the betrothal gift. So...can you let me be a live-in wife..." Hua Qingcheng leaned her head lightly on Jiang Yunting's broad and solid chest, and asked a little embarrassedly.
"Puff~"
When Jiang Yunting heard Hua Qingcheng's words, he was amused by her.
"Fool! I, Jiang Yunting, am a real man. How could I really let you worry about these things? You don't have to worry about anything. I, your brother, am capable of supporting the whole family by myself..."
In the moment Hua Qingcheng was shocked, Jiang Yunting had already rolled over on the bed with her in his arms...
After a long time, the two stopped.
Hua Qingcheng, who was making love with a man for the first time, felt an indescribable burning sensation down there, and her whole body was sore as if it had been run over by a huge truck.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Yunting asked gently, holding Hua Qingcheng in his arms and kissing her forehead.
Hua Qingcheng looked at Jiang Yunting's fiery eyes, shook her head slightly, and said leisurely: "There is one last ritual tonight at four o'clock in the morning. I can't break my promise to that Taoist priest."
Hearing Hua Qingcheng's words, Jiang Yunting was a little amused.
This woman is really trying hard for that 5,000 yuan...
"Okay, I'll go with you later." Jiang Yunting tried hard to force a helpless smile.
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