Chapter 22
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At the moment, ye Huanyan's body was beyond his control. In Ling Han's rare and indifferent voice, like a dreamland, his thin waist twisted impatiently and hummed something in his mouth.
Ling Leng smiled, slowly pushed forward and slowly withdrew. This meticulous torture made the woman under her restless all over. She couldn't bear to let out a groan. As soon as her hot body touched the man's chest, she immediately felt a burst of comfort, and her hand involuntarily hooked his neck, trying to get closer to him.
At first, Ling Han just couldn't bear to see her enjoying appearance and wanted to torture her for a while. Unexpectedly, she suddenly took the initiative. After all, he always forced her to have sex.
For a moment, he forgot that he was Ling Han, and he also forgot the countless connections between the woman under him and himself. He moved his waist and couldn't help but jerked in hard. He breathed out a sigh of relief, and the corners of the woman's mouth raised a satisfactory arc.
"Cold..."
She called his name as if in gibberish.
Ling Han suddenly realized that he had forgotten his feelings, turned his head and found the lotus root arms on his neck. He suddenly turned cold, raised his hand, grabbed her wrist and fell to one side.
The snow-white arm hit the bedside table, and his fingers knocked on the corner of the bedside table. Ye Huanyan was suddenly awakened by the huge pain, and then gasped, "ah... Hiss..."
She held her swollen little thumb at the moment of being smashed, and those infatuated moments disappeared, leaving only a pair of misty eyes asking Ling Han why she should treat herself like this.
Ling Han fell on her and couldn't see her face clearly under the backlight, but the voice was cold and tasteless in the past. "Keep your claws calm and cross the border, don't blame me for not understanding pity."
He is the master, whether in bed or under the bed, unless he asks, he will not allow ye Huanyan to have any behavior that tries to influence him, which she owes him.
Ye Huanyan held his fingers in pain. As he let out half of his violent twitch, and then left, his body gradually cooled down, like a machine, a machine used to please him.
He stood naked by the bed, his eyes cold swept over the messy bedside, "you know how to do it."
Ye Huanyan laboriously sat up from the bed, his long hair spread over his shoulders, and his forbearing eyes fell on him. His fingertips touched his bathrobe. He didn't know where his strength came from or where he lost his shame. "Put on your clothes and go, you'll catch a cold..."
Ling Han's eyes touched the bathrobe on her side, and his face was slightly stiff. For a long time, he left a sentence coldly and alienated, "no, keep or throw away the things you've touched."
Not long after, the sound of water splashing in the bathroom came from the master bedroom next door.
Ye Huanyan looked at the bathrobe on his side and frowned a little.
She always thinks things for the best. Even tonight, Ling Han's abnormal behavior was comforted by her as her jealousy of Su Nianhua. How much does she care about herself?
You see, he didn't let so many servants take him to the bathroom tonight, so he brought her directly to the bedroom. Tonight seems a little softer than yesterday. When he did it, he seemed to laugh for a few moments, didn't he?
Thinking of this, she pulled the corners of her mouth and even showed a reluctant smile.
It's still a long time to get married as grandma said. She must let Ling Han see that she really loves him. Ling Han was not such a cruel person at first, but he did something wrong at the beginning, wasn't he?
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At the moment, ye Huanyan's body was beyond his control. In Ling Han's rare and indifferent voice, like a dreamland, his thin waist twisted impatiently and hummed something in his mouth.
Ling Leng smiled, slowly pushed forward and slowly withdrew. This meticulous torture made the woman under her restless all over. She couldn't bear to let out a groan. As soon as her hot body touched the man's chest, she immediately felt a burst of comfort, and her hand involuntarily hooked his neck, trying to get closer to him.
At first, Ling Han just couldn't bear to see her enjoying appearance and wanted to torture her for a while. Unexpectedly, she suddenly took the initiative. After all, he always forced her to have sex.
For a moment, he forgot that he was Ling Han, and he also forgot the countless connections between the woman under him and himself. He moved his waist and couldn't help but jerked in hard. He breathed out a sigh of relief, and the corners of the woman's mouth raised a satisfactory arc.
"Cold..."
She called his name as if in gibberish.
Ling Han suddenly realized that he had forgotten his feelings, turned his head and found the lotus root arms on his neck. He suddenly turned cold, raised his hand, grabbed her wrist and fell to one side.
The snow-white arm hit the bedside table, and his fingers knocked on the corner of the bedside table. Ye Huanyan was suddenly awakened by the huge pain, and then gasped, "ah... Hiss..."
She held her swollen little thumb at the moment of being smashed, and those infatuated moments disappeared, leaving only a pair of misty eyes asking Ling Han why she should treat herself like this.
Ling Han fell on her and couldn't see her face clearly under the backlight, but the voice was cold and tasteless in the past. "Keep your claws calm and cross the border, don't blame me for not understanding pity."
He is the master, whether in bed or under the bed, unless he asks, he will not allow ye Huanyan to have any behavior that tries to influence him, which she owes him.
Ye Huanyan held his fingers in pain. As he let out half of his violent twitch, and then left, his body gradually cooled down, like a machine, a machine used to please him.
He stood naked by the bed, his eyes cold swept over the messy bedside, "you know how to do it."
Ye Huanyan laboriously sat up from the bed, his long hair spread over his shoulders, and his forbearing eyes fell on him. His fingertips touched his bathrobe. He didn't know where his strength came from or where he lost his shame. "Put on your clothes and go, you'll catch a cold..."
Ling Han's eyes touched the bathrobe on her side, and his face was slightly stiff. For a long time, he left a sentence coldly and alienated, "no, keep or throw away the things you've touched."
Not long after, the sound of water splashing in the bathroom came from the master bedroom next door.
Ye Huanyan looked at the bathrobe on his side and frowned a little.
She always thinks things for the best. Even tonight, Ling Han's abnormal behavior was comforted by her as her jealousy of Su Nianhua. How much does she care about herself?
You see, he didn't let so many servants take him to the bathroom tonight, so he brought her directly to the bedroom. Tonight seems a little softer than yesterday. When he did it, he seemed to laugh for a few moments, didn't he?
Thinking of this, she pulled the corners of her mouth and even showed a reluctant smile.
It's still a long time to get married as grandma said. She must let Ling Han see that she really loves him. Ling Han was not such a cruel person at first, but he did something wrong at the beginning, wasn't he?
At the moment, ye Huanyan's body was beyond his control. In Ling Han's rare and indifferent voice, like a dreamland, his thin waist twisted impatiently and hummed something in his mouth.Ling Leng smiled, slowly pushed forward and slowly withdrew. This meticulous torture made the woman under her restless all over. She couldn't bear to let out a groan. As soon as her hot body touched the man's chest, she immediately felt a burst of comfort, and her hand involuntarily hooked his neck, trying to get closer to him.At first, Ling Han just couldn't bear to see her enjoying appearance and wanted to torture her for a while. Unexpectedly, she suddenly took the initiative. After all, he always forced her to have sex.For a moment, he forgot that he was Ling Han, and he also forgot the countless connections between the woman under him and himself. He moved his waist and couldn't help but jerked in hard. He breathed out a sigh of relief, and the corners of the woman's mouth raised a satisfactory arc."Cold..."She called his name as if in gibberish.Ling Han suddenly realized that he had forgotten his feelings, turned his head and found the lotus root arms on his neck. He suddenly turned cold, raised his hand, grabbed her wrist and fell to one side.The snow-white arm hit the bedside table, and his fingers knocked on the corner of the bedside table. Ye Huanyan was suddenly awakened by the huge pain, and then gasped, "ah... Hiss..."She held her swollen little thumb at the moment of being smashed, and those infatuated moments disappeared, leaving only a pair of misty eyes asking Ling Han why she should treat herself like this.Ling Han fell on her and couldn't see her face clearly under the backlight, but the voice was cold and tasteless in the past. "Keep your claws calm and cross the border, don't blame me for not understanding pity."He is the master, whether in bed or under the bed, unless he asks, he will not allow ye Huanyan to have any behavior that tries to influence him, which she owes him.Ye Huanyan held his fingers in pain. As he let out half of his violent twitch, and then left, his body gradually cooled down, like a machine, a machine used to please him.He stood naked by the bed, his eyes cold swept over the messy bedside, "you know how to do it."Ye Huanyan laboriously sat up from the bed, his long hair spread over his shoulders, and his forbearing eyes fell on him. His fingertips touched his bathrobe. He didn't know where his strength came from or where he lost his shame. "Put on your clothes and go, you'll catch a cold..."Ling Han's eyes touched the bathrobe on her side, and his face was slightly stiff. For a long time, he left a sentence coldly and alienated, "no, keep or throw away the things you've touched."Not long after, the sound of water splashing in the bathroom came from the master bedroom next door.Ye Huanyan looked at the bathrobe on his side and frowned a little.She always thinks things for the best. Even tonight, Ling Han's abnormal behavior was comforted by her as her jealousy of Su Nianhua. How much does she care about herself?You see, he didn't let so many servants take him to the bathroom tonight, so he brought her directly to the bedroom. Tonight seems a little softer than yesterday. When he did it, he seemed to laugh for a few moments, didn't he?Thinking of this, she pulled the corners of her mouth and even showed a reluctant smile.It's still a long time to get married as grandma said. She must let Ling Han see that she really loves him. Ling Han was not such a cruel person at first, but he did something wrong at the beginning, wasn't he?
