The girl moaned softly in her sleep, gently stirring the man’s hardened heart.
At this moment, Xiao Jinghuai really wanted to maliciously wake her up; he didn’t want to claim her while she was still in confusion.
He wanted her to be clear and know exactly who was with her!
The kiss continued, like a fire without end.
Song Song felt a little dizzy, as if she were in a dream, being held by someone; the embrace was warm, dispelling all the cold.
She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she felt it was too much effort and couldn’t manage it.
But she clearly saw what seemed to be a figure, the person she especially wanted to get close to.
She immediately ran over, tugged his sleeve, "Uncle, what are you doing here?"
He said, "Waiting for you."
"Waiting for me for what?" Song Song was puzzled.
At this moment, the man had already quickly embraced her.
His body carried a chill, hard against her, making her feel a bit sore.
The intimacy came too inexplicably, like a dream.
Isn’t it just a dream? If it weren’t a dream, how could he possibly kiss her?
Although there had been two kisses before, once because he was too angry, and another because she was too noisy, he couldn’t stand it.
If this is a dream, then it’s fine not to wake up; it can just go on.
Her kisses were too unfocused, drawing a complaint from the man, "Little girl, be serious, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh... I’m serious. Uncle, how should I kiss?"
The next second, Song Song saw the man’s face turn dark, his expression became extremely serious again, "Don’t move, I’ll take the lead!"
"Oh..."
It was like thousands of horses galloping over, as if it could sweep away everything of hers.
She didn’t know anything, didn’t understand anything, just stood there blankly, being taken at his will.
Dizzy! How could she have such a shy dream?
Could it really be that her heart has started fluttering?
So scary!
But what was truly terrifying was what came after; at some unknown time, all her clothes had already been stripped away, and she was naked in front of him.
Her mind was buzzing, unclear about anything; the only thing she knew was that she had to protect her chest.
He was unhappy, frowned, "Why are you covering, let go!"
"No!"
She began to resist, couldn’t let go; letting go would be disastrous!
Darn, she’s flat-chested, okay? Just a very small fried egg.
Before, Shang Tao had said that few men don’t like buxom women and kept persuading her to get breast augmentation; otherwise, she wouldn’t find a boyfriend in the future...
No, she wouldn’t; she’s afraid of pain.
But in the end, she was still defeated under his offensive, her mind already blank, not understanding anything.
Darn it! Dreams can be this realistic?
"Hey! Uncle... where are you kissing? You can’t do that there..."
"..."
Suddenly a white light flashed in her mind, and then everything seemed to calm down.
Song Song abruptly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the elegant and simple ceiling. She was so shocked that she immediately sat up from the bed, looking around in bewilderment...
Shit!
This wasn’t Bao Bei’s room at all! This looked more like...
Before her brain could react, the bathroom door was opened.
A man, naked to the waist, with only a towel around his lower body, walked out while drying his head.
Song Song was utterly stunned, at the muscular body, the perfect inverted triangle; she slowly looked up, and when she saw that face, she was so scared she forgot to breathe.
"Uncle, uncle, last night did we..."
Did she really sleep with him?
Damn it!!!