Strong counterattack: President, bullying is too much

"Wash where there is honey!" Li Yunting ordered displeasedly.

Yan Xia jumped up in embarrassment: "I don't want it! I don't want it! The kindergarten teachers have taught me that I have to wash my 'little secret' by myself!"

The corners of Li Yunting's eyes unconsciously raised a smile: "Whoever pollutes will treat it."

As he spoke, he grabbed Yan Xia's hand, approached the water, gently wiped and rubbed it...

The little girl's hands are really beautiful, her slender fingers are tender, her nails are a healthy pink, and they are neatly trimmed.

It is obviously such a thin hand, but it is weak and boneless when it is held in it; when it is touched on the body, the feeling is simply indescribable...

Li Yunting was so intoxicated at this moment that he didn't know his way back; Yan Xia was powerless to resist under this extremely shameful torture, and only had a bewildered face, humiliated and submissive...

When the honey on Li Yunting's body was finally washed off, he let go of Yan Xia's hand without further ado.

Yanxia hastily raised her hands high, and cried out in a crying voice: "Li Yunting! You are enough, you! Untie it for me!"

Li Yunting turned around, picked up the shower head and poured it over her head, with a harmless smile: "Your hand is not convenient, such ugly makeup, I will help you wash it."

Yan Xia was so surprised that she opened her mouth wide: "If you help me untie it, it will be 'convenient' for me! Do you want to take advantage of this opportunity!"

Li Yunting smiled: "So what? You've been rubbing me for a long time, and half a jar of honey has been taken away by you. Shouldn't I get back some of my capital?"

Yanxia thought she would be relieved after washing him, but who knew, this was the beginning of the nightmare!

"Ahh! Let me go!"

"Where are you touching, bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

From the decibels of Yan Xia's voice, it can be seen that she refused at first!

But that was only "in the beginning"...

Li Yunting pressed her against the wall, bit her neck, and asked bitterly: "You haven't answered my question yet, do you like Tang Moying!?"

Yan Xia struggled, feeling his lower body clinging to her, one hand hooking the lace edge, she almost collapsed, and shouted in a trembling voice:

"I don't! I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like Tang Moyong! Please let me go... Young Master Ting... I will never... no... um... I won't play tricks on you..."

The corner of Li Yunting's mouth raised: "What do you call me?"

"Young Master Ting..." Yan Xia's mind went blank, and she repeated weakly.

"Think again!" Li Yunting was annoyed, hooked her fingertips to the edge of her panties, and pulled them down a bit.

"Ah!" Yan Xia's hair stood on end in fright, "What do you want me to call!"

"Husband." Li Yunting's face was gloomy and cold, but his smile was extremely constricted.

Yan Xia was taken aback, her eyes were as big as eggs: "Husband?"

"Good girl," Li Yunting laughed in satisfaction, picked her up and walked to the bathtub, and took a sip of her earlobe with his lips, "I will call you like that from now on, good wife..."

"..." Yan Xia looked at this black-bellied scum with a mournful face, gnashing her teeth, but she didn't dare to bite a single hair of him.

Sitting in the bathtub, Li Yunting leisurely made bubbles and drew circles on Yan Xia's body, but Yan Xia faced him, sitting on his slender thighs that curved like a slide, pressing hard on the edge of the bathtub behind him , supporting her body.

Because as long as you slide down, you will definitely be slapped by him...

Li Yunting looked at her with a dark smile: "Su Yanxia, ​​what does your look mean now?"

"I can't wait to peel your skin, cram your tendons, and swallow you whole!"

Yan Xia gave him a hard look.