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He had taken that medicine and knew how strong it was.

He grabbed one of her slender hands and pressed it to his chest, letting her tender fingertips touch his skin, continuing to bewitch her for the last of her senses.

"You touch it, how strong this heart beats, it beats for you, Ning'er, as long as you say a word, it will completely belong to you, are you very hungry now, are you very eager to have a pair of strong arms to embrace? Do you have countless passions in your body, but you can't find a place to vent? As long as you say, beg me, beg me, I will fulfill your wishes, and I will let you enjoy the greatest happiness in this world. ”

His voice flowed slowly like a mountain spring, and her fingers trembled in his palm, getting stronger and stronger.

He was so close to her, the man's breath exuded from his body was as addictive as a poppy, the last embankment in her heart collapsed, and her tense body slowly stretched out, like a slowly blooming epiphany, and the unique style between his eyebrows and eyes made his breath stagnate.

Her left hand was held by him, and her right hand was still clutching the brocade quilt covering her body, her reason was making a final struggle with the desire of her body, but in the face of the great physical desire, her little remaining reason became so pitiful, and it became vanished by his burning breath.

"Ning'er, aren't you very hot, you're on fire all over, don't cover this thick quilt, it will only make you hotter and hotter. Her fingers had long since lost their strength, and he easily pulled off her brocade quilt.

"Your clothes are wet, can I help you take them off? When you take off your clothes, you will feel cool, and it will not be so hot anymore. ”

She was indeed very hot, and the fire that had risen from the bottom of her heart had melted her, and she was like she was on a volcano, no, in a pot of oil, tormented, steamed, and she was panting and sweating like rain, and she thought that she must die, that she would be burned to death by this fire.

She heard a stream-like sound in her ears, fresh and cool, she couldn't make out what it was saying, she just nodded instinctively, and leaned over to the cool source.

Chu Shaoyang squinted his eyes with satisfaction, looking at her who was confused, she took the initiative to get close to her arms, his ten fingers were slender, delicate and slow, and slowly untied her clothes, she exhaled like an orchid, and she didn't resist at all.

He slowly leaned down towards her, the tip of his nose against the tip of hers, his long eyelashes almost touching her cheeks, and her originally clear eyes were dyed with a layer of mist color, and she looked at him in a haze.

He didn't take the medicine, but there was a fire in his heart, which made his body hot, his heart beat faster, and his mouth was dry.

He didn't know if he was torturing her or himself.

Because he was more uncomfortable and tormented than she was.

"Say, beg me, as long as you beg me, I will make you more comfortable and cooler in no time. He rubbed the tip of his nose against her smooth cheeks, his burning breath spraying on her face.

She pressed her hands to his chest, and a voice in her heart was saying to stop him, his body was hotter than fire, but it drew her close as if with a magical power.