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Nam Rongyeol's lips tried to rub her red little mouth with the hot temperature little by little, gently, as if they were close to the two charming softness.

Ling Caiwei was hit in the heart by this unexpected kiss, and the city wall built brick by brick to isolate him gradually loosened, shattered, and fell under his delicate and domineering light peck......

She was familiar with the faint smell of mint on his body, the temperature of his palm, and the perfect fit when his lips were pressed against hers. This familiarity left her mind blank, forgetting to think, forgetting to refuse, and forgetting to respond.

He put one hand on her still round eyes, and he didn't want to be as involved as a spectator when he was emotional.

His other hand rested on the back of her head, pushing her against himself, the softest weapon in his mouth pried open her teeth at the right time, like a bee sucking nectar, tightly wrapping her lips, tossing and turning without leaving a gap.

Vertigo or vertigo. Ling Caiwei didn't know if it was because his kiss suffocated her, or because her own addiction made her unable to breathe, she seemed to hear her throat about to touch, she heard him shout "Wei'er, Wei'er, Wei'er......" as if hypnosis, her hand involuntarily climbed his neck, and slowly followed his example to kiss him back.

Nam Youngyeol's body suddenly stiffened when he was shocked by her cooperation. Immediately, his hand behind Ling Caiwei's head clasped her slender waist, like grabbing a flying butterfly, and dragged Ling Caiwei from the other side of the desk to him.

She screamed, all smothered in his domineering kiss. As if to show his determination not to separate, even so, his lips did not leave her.

Finally, there is no barrier, and he can finally put his chest on her heart and let her know how much he misses her and loves her.

He held her tightly in his arms, slowly enjoying the intimacy she no longer refused.

As the night deepened, the lights in the house were extinguished by the wind that Ling Caiwei set off when she flew up.

The room was dark, as if the world had suddenly been quiet, and only he and her were left.

No wonder some people love darkness, because it can make the weak-willed lose themselves and give the best reason for indulgence.

The two hands he had been holding on to her waist gradually became uncontrollable, moving little by little on her waist, back, and lower abdomen, and she may have been blinded by the darkness, or perhaps she wanted to deliberately forget the reasons for saying "no". This time, Ling Caiwei did not resist.

Let his sword-wielding hand rub against her, caressing, kneading, and climbing up inch by inch.

He could feel the swelling in his body that was propping up outward, from a weak and unhindered to a hard weapon. He was about to be tormented into a beast by this feeling of being about to burst, and the next moment, he wanted to tear her up, rub her, and make her truly his woman.

Nan Ronglie no longer wanted to restrain the desire in his heart, so he suddenly picked up Ling Caiwei, whose body was already soft and boneless like a fairy, swept away the trivial things on the table with a wave of his sleeves, and put the woman in his arms who was already hot on the clean table, he was afraid that her head would hit the table, so he gently cushioned the back of her head with his hand.

One hand lifted off the mask and stepped forward, like a wild beast that only feasts on its prey, tilting its head and biting fiercely on her white neck.

His lips turned elsewhere, and she could finally breathe heavily, her thick eyelashes fluttering slightly in her closed eyes, and she felt his teeth bite where her pulse was beating. Bite down, she silently prayed in her heart: bite down, bite off it, and I can be free.

However, he wanted to oppose her.

The seemingly ferocious bite suddenly became gentle, and she felt his teeth slowly grinding against her skin, and her whole body tightened, and the grinding turned into licking again, at the base of her ears, at her neck, at her collarbone, all the way down the undulating trough of her chest.

And his hands became more and more presumptuous, from her waist to her lower abdomen all the way up.

Eventually, his hand and his lips converged at the commanding heights of Ling Caiwei's body, and through the layers of clothes, she could feel the burning heat of his palm.

She couldn't control the suppressed moans in her throat any longer, and couldn't help but snort softly.

As if it was a joint code, Nan Ronglie's extremely inflated body was completely ignited by Ling Caiwei's almost inaudible voice, and erupted with a desire that even he couldn't restrain himself.

His body, which deliberately kept his distance, suddenly pressed on her, and the vertigo that was lined up with the sea slapped towards Ling Caiwei like a huge wave, and she felt that she was about to be swept into the deep sea by the waves, drowning and drowning.

"Vier, be my wife. All I want is you. Nan Ronglie took off her middle coat, her white and greasy shoulders were exposed, and he stroked and kissed them with pity, gradually pulling the only protection she had under her.

That's a mantra. When Ling Caiwei heard the word "wife", her eyes that had been closed suddenly opened.

She saw the man who was close at hand prostrate on top of her, kissing her tenderly, calling her name, everything was so real, yet so absurd.

He's not hers!

How could she be his wife!

Even though she loves him, even if she can't let go of him in her heart, what is wrong is wrong. She and him are destined to have no part, destined to love each other but unable to stay together.

She has her insistence, and he has his last resort. In fact, they are both selfish people, who never want to give in to each other, and never want to compromise with the other side.

Her mother asked her, "What kind of husband do you want?"

She didn't even think about it: "Like Daddy." ”

"Why do you want to be like Daddy?"

"Because he only has one mother, and he only likes his mother. What Vile likes, it's Vier's. I don't like to share it with others!"

Yes. Yes.

Ling Caiwei suddenly recalled a mother-daughter conversation in her mind.

She sneered in her heart.

It turns out that she is not great. It turned out that she wasn't for Yishu. It's not for revenge that I don't stay with him.

She's just selfish.

She just didn't want to share him with anyone.

Since the person she loves can't be possessed by her alone, then she would rather not.

If the person she loves doesn't have a soft spot for her, then she'd rather die alone.

It turned out that the reasons she had always given him were so insincere and high-sounding. It's just to hide her selfish heart.

Love, this kind of thing is the most tormenting and selfish thing in the world.

It does not allow the intervention of a third party, and love without impurities is true love.

She just wants to be unique to herself.

And since he can't give it to her, then why should she be entangled.

"Nam Rongyeol, let me go. ”

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Well, I'm dirty today. This chapter gave me a cloud block. Come and see, does Youyou's writing meet your requirements? Also, I want to say that Ling Caiwei is not a perfect woman, and she also has shortcomings. Please accept.

(To be continued.) )