Half a salary, just a second before Jing Weiwei felt that time was going to be frozen by the powerful iceberg aura emanating from Barrister He's body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He Mingchen moved.

He pushed away the stool and stood up.

The tall man, with a non-intimidating oppression, stared straight at her with a pair of cold eyes, and approached her with vigorous steps.

Jing Weiwei was forced by the oppression of the man's decisive confrontation, step by step, and retreated.

She took a step back, and the man took a step forward, pressing forward step by step.

"Bang" Jing Weiwei's soft back hit the hard door panel.

Until there was no way back, they all stopped.

He Mingchen watched Jing Weiwei trapped between his chest and the door, and at this moment, his heart seemed to be on fire.

He wanted to reprimand fiercely like an angry man: Jing Weiwei, what am I!

Is it a toy that accompanies you to play love games? Do you want to lose it, and take it back if you want to?

But he can't, he has his dignity. He didn't want to admit that he was the left party in love, it was too embarrassing.

He Mingchen's vigorous fingers pinched Jing Weiwei's jaw vigorously, and his cold lips pressed down fiercely.

Like a trapped beast that has lost its mind, desperately snatches it from her mouth.

He heard the sound of their teeth colliding and felt her tongue trying to retract.

However, this struggle aroused the fire burning in his heart.

His lips strained harder until he tasted a hint of blood.

Not enough, he wants more, he wants Jing Weiwei to be painful, he wants Jing Weiwei to be more painful than him.

Gradually, the mouths of both of them were filled with a strong smell of blood.

Just when Jing Weiwei felt that she was about to suffocate to death, He Mingchen let her go.

She didn't run away after being forcibly kissed like other girls, or screaming and slapping the man.

Reluctantly, even though her lips and tongue are hot and painful now.