Lu Jinshen took Tong Qiao's hand and moved it down his chest, stopping at his lower abdomen and pressing it down.
Tong Qiao quickly retracted his hand as if it had touched a soldering iron, and stared at Lu Jinshen with a red face, "Lu Jinshen, lower your L."
There was a hint of a smile in Lu Jinshen's eyes, "It's the same body part, why did I lower my penis? Didn't you want to touch it?"
"Who wants to touch you there?" Tong Qiao turned around and walked to the computer desk. She was simply confused by his figure and couldn't help but touch him. Why did everything change when it came to this man
Lu Jin grabbed Tong Qiao's slender wrist, held her back, and pressed her against the wardrobe. His low voice was lazily tainted with a hint of ruffianism, "You want to leave after touching her?"
Tong Qiao met Lu Jin's intense gaze, "What do you want to do?"
Lu Jin pressed down deeply, close to Tong Qiao's soft body. The woman's delicate fragrance lingered in his nose, his thin lips stayed on the tip of her nose, and his hot breath sprayed on her face, "Fuck you."
Tong Qiao blushed at his shameless words and said, "Lu Jinshen, can't you think of anything else in your mind?"
"You were the one who teased me first."
"I didn't tease you, I just... wanted to touch you."
"You have to be responsible even if you touch it."
"..." This man couldn't resist the temptation, "Aren't you going to eat at your sister's place?"
"Go ahead and do it."
"Wait until I come back in the evening..."
Lu Jinshen pressed his straight body closer to Tong Qiao, allowing her to feel the changes in his body more deeply, "Do you think you can wait?"
"..." This man's reaction was too fast!
Lu Jin deeply grasped Tong Qiao's waist, pressed his lips down, and entangled her passionately.
Tong Qiao tried to move to the bed, but Lu Jinshen didn't let him go, and he pressed her directly against the wardrobe in a hurry.
Tongqiao's calves were trembling and he was a little unsteady. He leaned on the wardrobe and looked at the handsome man with his trousers lifted, "He's dressed like a beast."
Lu Jinshen's eyes were full of a satisfied smile, "Is this a beast?"
Tong Qiao frowned and glanced sideways at Lu Jinshen before dragging her sore calves into the bathroom.
It would be better to avoid provoking him less in the future. There is no end to the tossing. It was obviously just last night, so why are you still so excited today
Tong Qiao came out of the shower and unexpectedly saw Fu Zhilei sitting on the sofa in the bedroom.
Fu Zhilei caught a glimpse of the obvious traces of ambiguity on Tong Qiao's neck, her eyes filled with disdain, and her tone of voice was sarcastic, "I asked why my brother never goes out. It turns out that he is entangled by you, a vixen."
Tong Qiao's blood rushed straight to her forehead. She walked up to Fu Zhilei in a few steps, grabbed her by the skirt of her clothes, and lifted her up from the sofa. She said in a cold voice, "Who are you talking about as a vixen?"
Fu Zhilei was so frightened by Tong Qiao's overwhelming aura that her face turned pale, but she still maintained her courage and held her head high. She did not dare to say the word "vixen" anymore. She only said: "What, you want to hit someone again?"
Tong Qiao stared at Fu Zhilei coldly for a few seconds, then let go of her, "For Lu Jinshen's sake, I'll spare you this time. If you talk nonsense next time, my fists won't recognize anyone."
Seeing Tong Qiao let go of her, Fu Zhilei became emboldened, and the fear in her heart disappeared instantly, leaving nothing behind, "I knew you didn't dare to fight, huh, so you just bullied my sister-in-law, who is kind and weak. She is afraid of you, I'm not afraid...ah..."
Tong Qiao pushed Fu Zhilei onto the sofa, pushed her body down, and punched her in the face with his fist.
Fu Zhilei was so frightened that her face turned pale. She subconsciously covered her face with her hands and shouted loudly: "Brother, help me, Tong Qiao hit someone..."
The fist finally strayed away from Fu Zhilei's face, and the cold wind landed on the sofa beside her face, followed by Tong Qiao's sarcastic words, "Coward."
Fu Zhilei calmed down and took away the hand covering her face. Tong Qiao was no longer in front of her. She was so angry that she stood up from the sofa and shouted, "Ah, Tong Qiao, I want..."
"Don't scream, or I'll smash your mouth."
Fu Zhilei was startled and turned to look at the source of the sound. Tong Qiao was standing in front of the closet, flashing her fist at her.
Fu Zhilei flinched, and walked towards the door without losing momentum, but with obvious fear, "Wait and see, I will definitely let my brother divorce you."
Tong Qiao looked at the door with a faint smile, "Did you hear that your sister told you to divorce me?"
Fu Zhilei blinked her eyes and felt cold. She turned around and looked timidly at the door. Lu Jinshen's hair was still dripping with water. He had just come from the shower next door and was looking at her with a gloomy face and cold eyes.
Fu Zhilei stopped and didn't dare to go to the door. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother."
Lu Jinshen raised his feet and walked towards the room. Fu Zhilei hurriedly stepped aside. Seeing that there was a gap at the door, he ran out quickly, and his voice disappeared at the door, "Brother, I'll wait for you downstairs."
Lu Jinshen walked to the closet in a few steps. He was not in a hurry to change clothes. He straightened his body and approached Tong Qiao, "Why did she provoke you again?"
Tong Qiao took two steps back, leaned her back against the wardrobe, and watched Lu Jinshen lazily approaching her, "She said I was a vixen."
Lu Jinshen stood in front of Tong Qiao, caressing Tong Qiao's scarred neck with his slender fingers, and said in a yuppie voice, "Aren't you just a vixen?"
"Lu Jinshen!" Tong Qiao opened Lu Jinshen's hand and glared at him.
Lu Jinshen looked at the back of his hand that turned red instantly, and his thin lips curved a little like a grievance, "You really have to do it." Then he grabbed Tong Qiao's waist and pressed her against him, "Made me so dizzy. What is it if it’s not a vixen?”
Tong Qiao was startled for a moment, then smiled, and poked Lu Jinshen's hard chest with her slender fingers, "Smooth talk."
"Would you like to try how slippery my tongue is?"
"Get lost." Tong Qiao spun around and left Lu Jinshen's arms.
Ten minutes later, Lu Jin came downstairs, well dressed in a dark white shirt and black trousers.
Fu Zhilei shouted with a smile, "Brother, can you go?"
Lu Jin glanced at Fu Zhilei, said nothing, and walked toward the door.
In the car, Lu Jinshen said coldly, "Be careful when speaking in front of your sister-in-law from now on. Otherwise, don't make me cry if you get beaten."
Fu Zhilei pouted and looked at Lu Jinshen, "Am I your sister? I've never seen you treat me like an older brother."
"Qiao'er is my wife." Lu Jinshen's steady voice sounded in the car.
Fu Zhilei heard it, and his subtext was: his wife is more important than his sister.
He snorted heavily and turned to look out the window.
"Did you hear what I said?" The man had no intention of letting her go just like that.
Fu Zhilei didn't hum.
Hey!
The sound of tires scraping against the ground.
emergency brake.
The car stopped.
Fu Zhilei felt Lu Jin's deep and cold gaze on her, and couldn't help but shudder, "I heard it."