He glanced at her, nodding slightly, "Mm."
Now, Shen Jian妮 was completely relieved, quickly saying, "Then you can’t go back on your word." She turned over to her side of the bed.
But He Qimo was uncomfortable, after all, he’s a normal man.
Through the blanket, he could even see the curve of a certain part of his body already reacting.
After pausing for a while, he asked, "In your idea of responsibility and compensation, is it just this, right?"
Shen Jian妮 didn’t understand what he meant, froze for a moment, thinking he was going to go back on his word, nodded very surely, "Yes, just this."
So in the next moment, facing He Qimo pressing her down into the bed, turning over on top again.
She instantly understood what he meant.
But damn it... how could this be?
Without giving her much time to think, He Qimo’s lips directly slid to her neck, his hand accompanied by propping up his waist, with one hand undoing his belt.
Shen Jian妮 was collapsing in bewilderment.
Why? Why? What? Damn it? Why again?
But before she could figure it out, He Qimo had already undone his constraints and pushed in.
When her body was completely filled by a man one size larger, Shen Jian妮 felt her values and morals had all flown away...
First of all, this size was painful, not comfortable. Who the hell led the youth astray, saying dominant CEOs are enjoyable?
Secondly, there was a promise not to touch her, and not to give her any inappropriate thoughts? Why is he the one physically expressing everything?
Shen Jian妮 couldn’t figure it out.
Finally, what she found unacceptable was, this damn thing was the third time, the first was whatever, mattered not who, the second was provoked, lost rationality, what was the reason this time?
Their revolutionary relationship, truly fulfilling the old saying, there’s no friendship between men and women, time brings feelings, good sex buddies?
Shen Jian妮 was in chaos, in collapse.
The quick entry, compounded by the existing fact of two previous offenses made her feel that pushing He Qimo away was hypocritical, a futile effort.
Of course, spreading legs to enjoy seemed more wrong.
In this back-and-forth, Shen Jian妮’s expression was tangled, comparable to a panda, resting on her forehead, almost wishing for death.
He Qimo during was even more silently somber.
Because, it’s not that he was impulsive towards Shen Jian妮 to this level, to be honest, even if he really reacted, he could endure it.
But, who let tomorrow be Christmas Eve...
This day, he tried many ways, wanting to forget the past, but could never do it.
So... facing Shen Jian妮 appearing in front of him again.
Recalling when he lost control of his emotions yesterday, with a long period of memory blank.
He used this method again.
Not for anything else.
Just because, doing this tires you, tired, then you get sleepy, sleepy, then want to sleep. For origınal chapters go to novel-fire.net
Slept, some memories... you just can’t recall.
The night is deep, desolate again.
In the Christmas Eve night, the downtown is filled with dazzling lights and feasts.
In a dark suite with the lights turned off.
Some embarrassing sounds accompanied by the gentle sway of the bed echoed.
Rolling over, before falling asleep.
He Qimo murmured a sentence, "Be my woman, don’t work anymore, I’ll support you..."
Shen Jian妮 was taken aback, through the night, looking at the man already asleep over there, somewhat unsure if these words were directed to her...