I haven't been to the company for several days in a row, and as soon as my phone is turned on, there are constant calls.
After answering a few phone calls and handling some business matters, Qiao Yanli entered the bedroom.
Looking at the little woman sitting on the sofa wiping her hair, he walked over and held her on his lap.
The back of her head rested on his strong chest. She turned her head slightly, looked at his handsome face, and whispered, "Go to rest early!"
The man didn't seem to hear her words, and his white and elegant palms gently rubbed her waist, "Are you going to sleep like this?"
There was a hint of hoarseness in his deep voice, and the love in it was so obvious that she couldn't help but laugh, "What else do you want? You are obviously so tired, but you still want to do that kind of thing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her jade-like earlobe was bitten by his warm thin lips, and his teeth were biting lightly on it, as if countless ants were biting her heart, Susuma Grandma's.
"What kind of thing do I want to do, huh?"
His breath was a little heavy, filling her sensitive cochlea, making her toes curl up.
She was ticklish, and her delicate body moved in his arms, trying to get up, but he held her tightly.
The clothing material was sparse, so with a little rubbing, he reacted instinctively.
Sensing the danger in Nama, she froze and didn't dare to move any more.
After taking a shower, she only wore a nightgown with a V-neck and no clothes underneath. As long as he lowered his head, he could see the gap exposed in the middle.
His slender fingers traced her exquisite butterfly bones and followed the ravine in the middle.
Xia Yanxi was startled by his sudden action.
His palm was warm and strong, and being held like that, softly, her little bone-white face turned red with embarrassment.
"Is your health really going to be okay if you continue like this?" She did not take away his big hands, her black and white almond eyes were covered with a layer of wet mist, looking particularly innocent and attractive.
The most taboo thing for men is to be looked down upon by their women, especially in that aspect. He stood up from the sofa with her in his arms and threw her onto the large soft couch with great strength.
The tall body then fell over.
He spread her legs apart, put his hands on top of her head, lowered his head and stared at her pink face like a spring flower, "Is there any problem? We'll know if you try it?"
After she returned to China, the two of them had not been together for a few times, and they had been separated for another two years. He, a mature man both physically and mentally, had long since become exhausted.
His thin hot lips kissed the delicate skin on her face, and the small stubble on her chin that had not been shaved off tickled her skin.
She wanted to laugh, but she held it back, and her pretty little face turned red from suppressing it.
His lips slowly fell on her lips.
As she breathed, her lips and teeth were filled with his strong hormonal scent. Her heartbeat continued to accelerate, and her skin from head to toe was covered with a charming pink color.
His slender fingers explored the nightgown underneath her.
The rough fingertips caressed the smooth and tender skin of her legs.
Everywhere she went, she felt countless tiny invisible electric sulfur streaks.
His fingers went higher and higher.
Her bottoms were empty and she came out of the bathroom in a hurry, wearing nothing at all.
Being touched by him like that made her long eyelashes tremble with shame.