Chapter 150: It's Not Your Good Training (5)

He rested his elbows on his knees, and raised his eyebrows slightly to look at her, "There's no one else in the house, right?" ā€

"I'm the only one, my mom went to work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Night Rose poured him a cup of red date tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Warm up."

Although it was spring, the chill outside was still bone-chilling and bone-chilling. But he only wore a dark-colored handmade suit, not even a coat.

The man took a few sips and put the cup in its place.

Night Rose bent down and cleaned up the top of the coffee table before she took the book used to pass the time, "Isn't it work time now, why did you come to me at this point?" ā€

He walked over, removed the things from her hand, and put them back on the coffee table, and the stack of books was instantly messy.

Night Rose was a little annoyed, this person was too disrespectful of the fruits of other people's labor.

Nazhi, he held her tightly with his big palm, and the next sentence was, "Why are your hands so cold?" How can the temperature of the air conditioner not be high. ā€

He rubbed her hand and asked, "You're almost healed, aren't you?" ā€

"Yes, work is no problem." Night Rose brushed his hand away, picked up the book, and placed it on the bookshelf in the corner.

He looked at her swaying back, and didn't let go of anything. She wore a plaid winter skirt underneath and a beige sweater on top, and her long, wavy brown hair was all down to cover almost her entire back.

When Night Rose raised her hand to put the book, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind.

The man held his favorite softness, his whole chest pressed against her back, "I'll have someone send the script over another day, you can choose." So, you don't have to worry about things at work. ā€

It was uncomfortable for her to maintain this position, especially as her heart was pounding and her face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

She snapped his hand away and turned around, "Seriously? ā€

He sealed her lips, leaving a slight gap between the lips and teeth, and the words overflowed from his lips. Not only did she hear it, but the man made her have to feel it.

"Of course."

He seemed to be pressing against her with all his might, Night Rose's head was clouded, her mouth was forcibly pried open by a tongue, and she only knew that she staggered back a few steps, and then a pair of large hands dragged her hips upward......

His kiss began to spread downward, he took a bite, let go, and soon there were many pink strawberries planted on her fair neck.

He unknowingly lifted her sweater and reached inside......

She put her hands on his chest and pushed, her voice a little involuntarily softened, "Don't do this, I'm uncomfortable." ā€

One of his fires also burned on her body.

He grabbed her hips with his big hand and picked her up, glancing around, "Where's your bedroom?" ā€

He's always said that even if Night Rose didn't say it, he wouldn't just make do with it.

Night Rose raised her hand and pointed to something.

The man didn't even close the door and put her down on the bed.

"Go take a shower!" These words were spoken by Night Rose.

The man pressed all his strength on her body, "You think I'm dirty? ā€

He bit her earlobe, "I just washed it in the morning." ā€

She pushed him out, "I'm going to wash." ā€

"You're still fragrant, what are you washing? I don't dislike you. ā€

This is not like what the dignified Fei Dong can say, he is a person with a slight habit of cleanliness!

He propped his hands on her side, looking at the beautiful woman with her hair spread out under him, a pair of eyes that had no emotion or pity on weekdays, but at this moment, there was a gentle light overflowing, and he was kind and seductive, "Rose, how long have we not done it, don't you even want me?" ā€

Night Rose looked at him intently, the corners of the man's mouth were slightly hooked, and a beautiful face was placed in front of him.

She hooked him around the neck, and it was a tacit approval.

The ringtone of the mobile phone rings at this moment at an inopportune time, which is wasteful.

His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it, he ripped off the cover on her chest and kissed it all the way down.

The phone rang endlessly, and Night Rose pushed him, "Let's go and see, in case there's something urgent." ā€