Mommy doesn't like seeing Daddy

Cen An stopped, watching her flustered and frightened, as well as her forbearance of trying to restrain the medicine.

　There was a raw pain in his heart as if he had been severely beaten by something.

　He told the hotel manager who came over: "Rearrange a car."

　When Ye Xiu drove through the bustling streets at night, Jin He was in Cen An's arms, and he could no longer restrain himself.

　She kept rubbing into Cen An's arms, and through the thin shirt, the temperature of Jin He's palm was continuously transmitted to Cen An's strong skin.

　Cen An's hand was tightly grasped on Jinhe's back, the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, and the sweat was densely oozing from his forehead.

　Jin He's hand gradually lowered, giving Cen An the urge to burst into blood.

　Just when Jin He's hand touched a towering hard object, Cen An reflexively grabbed Jin He's hand and held it tightly.

　He roared angrily, "Drive faster."

　Under the driver's feet, the gas pedal has been pressed to the bottom. He seldom drives for the boss, and he is a little timid. At this moment, he feels that his life is hanging by a thread.

　The car stopped at the door of the house, and Cen An picked up Jinhe and walked quickly to the second floor.

　Entering the bedroom, Cen An wanted to put Jinhe on the bed, but Jinhe wrapped around his body as if glued all over his body.

　While pulling, Jinhe's mouth touched Cen An, feeling soft, and Jinhe stretched out his wet and hot tongue to lick it.

　Cen An, who endured the whole journey, planned to use ice packs to cool her down, but at this moment, he was completely disintegrated.

　Jinhe's teasing made him completely lose his last sanity, deepening the wet kiss.

　As if dew had finally found its thirsty throat, Jinhe raised her blushing cheeks and kept asking for it.

The two stuck together like glue.

Cen An changed from passive to active, pressing Jin He on the soft bed.

　Jinhe seemed dissatisfied with just kissing, and kept tearing at Cen An's clothes with his hands.

　The exposed skin on the chest feels extremely cold and comfortable.

　she wants more...

　The buttons of the shirt were a bit cumbersome, and Cen An tore them open at once, revealing his muscular skin with distinct textures in front of Jin He's eyes.

　She pressed her cheek to it, rubbed against a peas, and her lips moved up to suck it.

　Cen An trembled all over his body. For so many years, except for the time he was drugged, he was not a man without endurance.

　But facing the woman in his arms at this time, all his rationality was instantly thrown out of the blue.

　Stretching out her slender fingers with distinct knuckles, she took off Jinhe's close-fitting clothes, and put her lips on them.

　Only the floor lamp was on in the room, so the light was a bit dim.

　The skin that has been kissed seems to be not smooth enough, and it still feels the same when it is kissed elsewhere.

　Cen An subconsciously opened his eyes and took a closer look.

　A scar was reflected on the eyelids, and looking to the side, another scar was reflected in his pupils.

　The person under him reached out to wrap his arms around his neck, and pressed him up again.

　Cen An was stunned by the third scar reflected on his eyelids, and he pressed down the locked arms of the woman in his arms.

　Using the strength of his arms to prop up his body, wherever he looked, there were scars one after another.

　All of Cen An's sanity was taken back, she hugged the woman in her arms and turned over, her back still had scars.

　On that smooth and smooth skin, it looked unusually weird.

　With trembling fingers, Cen An slowly stroked it, and it was scratched with a knife.