What Song Qiao did not expect was that she thought this man would not touch her tonight, or even tomorrow night... But as soon as she lay down, the man behind her had already reached out with his strong hands and scooped her into his arms in an instant.
Song Qiao was startled and instinctively wanted to struggle, but then she heard the man’s deep voice in her ear, "Don’t move, I’m feeling dizzy."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao immediately stopped moving, but the heat emanating from the man’s body behind her made her very uncomfortable. Just as she was about to say something, Lu Jingchen had already forcibly turned her over, laying her flat on the bed, and in the next second, a tall figure was already leaning over her.
Song Qiao’s heart suddenly fluttered, and she reached out to push him away. Her voice contained a barely perceptible tremble, "Lu Jingchen, what are you...what are you trying to do...um."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the man had already grabbed her chin and sealed her lips, leaving her unable to speak another word.
It was almost a predatory kiss. The man’s long tongue, already aggressive, pried her mouth open, pushing deeply inside, sweeping through the innermost sweetness of her mouth without reservation.
Although they had kissed many times, Song Qiao was always caught off guard and silenced by a kiss, completely unable to react.
Her fingers unconsciously clenched the man’s bathrobe, wanting to struggle, but she was immobilized by Lu Jingchen on top of her.
Lu Jingchen placed one hand on Song Qiao’s waist and the other pinching her chin. The two were intimately glued together, especially when he felt the soft parts of Song Qiao’s chest press against his own, which heightened the heat coursing through him.
The mere kisses on her lips could no longer satisfy Lu Jingchen. He let go of her enticing red lips and slowly moved to kiss her mouth corners, chin, the snowy nape of her neck, and even her collarbone, gradually moving downwards. Latest content published on novｅlfire.net
Perhaps because of Lu Jingchen’s excellent technique, Song Qiao’s body slowly melted into a puddle, completely incapable of exerting any strength, soft and weak.
Her slender hands unconsciously grabbed onto the man’s black hair, even though his hair was so short it provided no grip.
"Lu Jingchen... please don’t..." Her voice almost melted into incoherence, not sounding like a refusal, but rather a coy and whiny agreement, which felt extremely soft and tender.
Song Qiao’s mind was already somewhat foggy, her consciousness not very clear, as she forcefully suppressed her own inner craving. However, the overwhelming sensation made her extremely uncomfortable.
Somehow the spaghetti strap nightgown on her body was directly pulled off by the man, leaving her stunning body exposed to the air.
The belt of Lu Jingchen’s bathrobe was also unknowingly undone, revealing his chest with defined abs.
He covered her again, his fingers pinching her chin, kissing her persistently as if he could never kiss enough, his deep voice incredibly charming, "Qiaoqiao, don’t you want it? Hmm? Your body says otherwise, little liar..."
Song Qiao only felt a wave of thrilling sensations rush over her, making her want to curl up.