When the qiē ended, Xia Yucheng felt that his bones were about to fall apart, and the whole person was like being fished out of water, full of sweat.

"I know what you want," he whispered, hugging her sweaty and trembling body.

She was very tired, but when she heard him say this, she subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at him. His face was right in front of her eyes, and his strong breath spread around the tip of her nose.

What does she want?

Don't you just hope that you can get past this hurdle and be with him from now on?

"Hao ......"

"Xia Yucheng, I don't want you to be happy, really, not at all. After Feng Hao finished speaking, he clasped the back of her head, lowered his head and eagerly found her pink lips, and slammed into her mouth like a violent wind, until she was short of breath, blushing, and about to lose her breath.

Then he eagerly buried himself in her body again.

He caressed her skin, clasped her slender fingers, and began to indulge his desires, engulfing her to sink deep and sink together......

Xia Yucheng, who was only half a life left by him, had to lean on him weakly and let him take what he wanted.

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The night was deeper, and the handsome man's deep eyes were tightly locked on the sweaty and tired little face of the woman in his arms, and she had already fainted and fallen asleep. The curly eyelashes are like two rows of small fans, and the delicate facial features have a little sadness and uneasiness in their expressions.

Gently brushing her soft cheeks with his fingertips, the fine-tender touch, like a feather gently brushing his heart, warm, itchy-itchy.

His eyes slowly rested on her flat lower abdomen. Suddenly, a touch of anger flashed in his eyes, but more pity and distress.

This woman is the only woman in the world who has given him pain, she has challenged his bottom line again and again, and has put him on the verge of struggle again and again.

He didn't know if he had ever really owned her, because hatred and family were clearly higher than he was in her heart.

So how are they going to go on next? With each other's bodies, with each other's purest primal desires?

He loves her so much, he obviously wants to be good to her, but he will be angry for even a word or a look at her.

When did it become so tangled? When did it become so contradictory?

If they hadn't met her, would their lives be different?

The irritable Feng Hao obviously couldn't sleep, he carefully pulled his arm out from under her neck, then lifted the quilt, leaned back on the head of the bed, opened the drawer and took out the cigarette case.

Just wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he turned around and saw that demure face, he silently threw the cigarette case back into the drawer. In this quiet and frantic night, his always hard and calm heart was in chaos!

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Early in the morning, Xia Yucheng woke up from her slumber with a sore body, she wanted to get up, but her waist was pressed by a big hand.

She wanted to move away forcefully, but when she saw Feng Hao's quiet and harmless sleeping face like a child, the movements of her hands were light.

Gently getting up and entering the bathroom, she slowly washed, staring at herself in the mirror from time to time in a daze.

Her fair skin was covered with marks of different sizes, shades, and they belonged to him. The marks reminded her of how wild-chaotic and indulgent the last night had been.

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