The man looked at Qiao Ning in a little surprise, and the sound of high-heeled footsteps sounded behind him. His eyes sank, and he quickly picked her up into the elevator.
Qiao Ning's consciousness began to be confused, and his body was too hot to bear. Climbing tightly on the man's body and rubbing constantly to relieve the body heat.
But the more so, the stronger the feeling.
The man's breathing also began to become rapid, and he said coldly, "Don't move."
Talking, her fingers trembled and pushed her away.
Qiaoning hit the cold wall, and the pain made her frown. But because of this, he became more sober, biting his lower lip, trying his best to endure the restlessness in the body, wishing to immerse himself in cold water to feel better.
The elevator opened with a "ding".
The man stepped out, and Qiaoning subconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed his sleeve: "Don't leave me."
The man was startled, Qiao Ning had already leaned over.
The hot breaths entangled with each other, and the man's other hand was fiercely clenched into a fist, making a "creaking" noise.
"Do you know what you are doing?" A low voice sounded in Qiao Ning's ears, hot breath sprayed on her delicate skin, causing tremors.
But not enough, not enough, Qiaoning wanted more.
He knew clearly in his heart that it was not possible, but his body clung to him honestly.
The man took a deep breath, picked up her hot body and walked out the door, and quickly walked into the five-star hotel opposite.
"Mr. Li." The front desk and security guards saw him bend down and bow.
The man coldly said nothing, holding her into the elevator again.
In the hotel’s presidential suite, the lights are dim and light and shadows interlace.
Qiao Ning gasped low, and the man pressed her against the door. The moment the door closed, she knew exactly what was going to happen next. She should refuse and flee here immediately, but the body does not listen.
Before the man could do anything, he leaned forward and kissed the man's beautiful thin lips.
The man was startled, he didn't seem to expect that she would be so proactive. His eyes sank, one hand put her arm around her waist and lifted her slightly, and the fiery kiss almost swallowed her.
The big hand couldn't help but slide up and down along her slender waist.
Qiao Ning felt like his whole body was on fire, and his palm was magical, and wherever he went, it was as if burned by fire, burning her skin. But these were not enough, far from enough, rubbing against the man unconsciously, sobbing lowly because of his discomfort.
But the man took a step back, pulled away from her, looked at her eyes and asked deeply: "I will give you one last chance, do you know what will happen next? It is too late to regret now."
Without the support of a man, Qiaoning felt even more uncomfortable. The body is like being eaten by ants, making her look for something that can make her comfortable.
Once again clinging to the man, Qiao Ning took the initiative to stretch out his hand to embrace his slender waist, rubbing his chin like a lazy kitten.
"Please, help me."
The man's eyes sank and he no longer had any hesitation. He slammed her against the door to block her red lips, and all the sweet voices swallowed in the mouth. The passionate kiss swept her like a gust of wind and rain, and she couldn't remember anything.
The ambiguity in the room became thicker and thicker, and Qiaoning's clothes fell completely when entangled by the bed. The man's chest pressed against her fieryly, so that she finally noticed the slightest danger and began to twist uncomfortably.