You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

There were two vibrations from the direction of the bedside table, and the phone turned on.

A text message from Shen City Meteorological Observatory popped up on the screen.

It is expected that there will be rain at night tonight, and the general public is reminded to be prepared and take precautions.

In the sky like splashed ink, the dark clouds are getting lower and lower.

In the mid-level villa of the resort, the master bedroom window is lit with lights.

The air is separated by huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was stuffy outside the window, and the temperature inside the window was gradually rising.

The man moved his lips away, moved them down slowly, and sprayed Sheng Mumu on his neck with his breath.

Her breath was hot, her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but tighten the hem of his T-shirt.

The t-shirt was originally loosely attached to the man's body, but it was pulled into several folds.

The folds of the cloth gradually deepened, and the big palm clasped on Sheng Mumu's soft waist also strengthened, pressing her into his arms.

The other hand rests on her neck.

The man's big palm with well-defined bones formed a strong contrast with her slender neck.

It seemed as if it was about to be broken with a light pinch.

Sheng Mumu's long eyelashes trembled, and her breathing rhythm was taken away by the man.

Opening his eyes slightly, his heart trembled violently.

Qi Mo's ears are so red.

Against the cold white complexion, the redness became more and more obvious.

The breath of wild desire almost rushes out of the body.

Sheng Mumu looked away, not daring to look any further.

The man kissed her bright red lips for a while, and kissed her delicate and small chin for a while.

The room was silent.

All that remains is a slight gasp between breaths.

The man took the initiative, and the hot breath he exhaled was swallowed back by him in a second.

The palm wandered, and the slender knuckles penetrated into her black hair.

With a sudden twitch of his fingertips, he pinched the tip of her ear tenderly.

"Hiss—uh—"

With numbness in the scalp and dull pain in the earlobe, Sheng Mumu couldn't help opening her lips.

Half a syllable overflowed his lips, before it fell, he was swallowed by the man again.

Dim lights illuminate every corner of the room.

She was barefoot when she came out of the shower just now, and the wool carpet was stepped on with a few inconspicuous water stains.

The heat in the room was rising steadily.

Moisture leaked from the ajar bathroom door.

Damp.

Sheng Mumu couldn't think of anything right now.

All thoughts and consciousness are drawn by the man's movements.

The big palm clasped around her neck moved down, brushing against her delicately bumpy collarbone.

The rough fingertips rested on her collarbone, trembling slightly.

It feels warm and greasy like porcelain.

He wants to linger here, and wants to explore more.

Sheng Mumu hung his neck, closed his eyes, and accepted his kiss.

The heart beat like a drum and a hammer.

Suddenly, the man's big palms were down, and without any warning, he clasped her waist and straightened up.

The world was spinning, and his back sank into the soft mattress.

Feeling weightless for a moment, she panickedly let go of the hem of the man's t-shirt, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked up in confusion.

Facing those deep black eyes.

Being locked on by his substantial eyes, her cheeks were hot.

The man's arms rested on her sides, leaning over her.

Suddenly, he straightened up.

With arms crossed, he pulled off his t-shirt and threw it beside the bed.

In an instant, the overhead light shone directly down, shaking Sheng Mumu's eyes.

Soon, the beam of light was blocked by the man's large figure again.

The man leaned over, and his arms with slightly broken veins supported her sides again.

Sheng Mumu pursed her red lips lightly, against the light, she could still see the smooth and powerful abdominal muscle lines of the man.

The shoulders are broad, the moist skin is covered with dim light, the waist and abdomen are thin, and the ravines cut light and dark.

The thick male hormone breath surrounded her.

There is no way to hide.

The bottom of Qi Mo's eyes was on fire, the dim light danced, and his gaze was extremely aggressive.

His eyes swept over her bright red and moist lips.

down.

Her collarbone rose and fell slightly with her breath.

The shoulder straps of the silk pajamas slipped down at some point, hanging on her white as jade arm.

Under the soft pajamas, the curves are attractive.

The scent of her shower gel lingered on the tip of his nose.

It smells good.

It's clearly a scent I'm used to, but somehow it has more lingering aftertones than usual.

Use the smell as the medium to wrap around his heart.

It was as if a feather swept across his chest, and there was an itch in his heart that he couldn't scratch.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

A hand came in through the crack of the mattress and grabbed the back of her head.

The other big palm firmly held her slender waist.

Leaned over and kissed.

Sheng Mumu's palms suddenly tightened, and his pupils trembled.

Sheets were grabbed into a ball.

The scorching breath invaded all senses, and the temperature of his cheeks rose.

Every pore became extremely sensitive, and she heard her heartbeat.

Bang bang bang.

The sound was clear and hit the chest without any rules.

His lips were numb from the kiss, and he just got a chance to catch his breath when he suddenly held his breath again.

The big palm clasped around her waist moved, lifted one of her legs, and grasped the hollow of her knee.

The noses of the two touched each other, the breath was close at hand, and the heat was surging.

The atmosphere was ambiguous.

The man's straight brows were tainted by lust, and his eyes were dark and tender.

The warm and big palms slowly slid down along the hollows of her knees, against the delicate skin.

Sheng Mumu's long eyelashes trembled and her throat tightened.

The man in front of him has a strong presence.

Lock her with your eyes and control her with your big palms.

A sense of oppression that cannot be ignored hits.

Like a jackal, he watched her every subtle reaction closely.

It seemed as if she was going to be torn to pieces in the next second.

My palms are hot, and my breath is hot too.

She blushed, turned her head, and hid in the man's arms.

Emotions are intertwined.

Flustered, shy, nervous.

There is also a strand, mixed in it.

is to look forward to.

Suddenly, the man's voice brushed past his ears and penetrated into his cochlea.

"Can you?" he asked.

The voice wrapped in desire was deep and hoarse.

Sheng Mumu turned her face away and pursed the corners of her lips.

With red ears, he nodded his forehead slowly.

Fragments of light burst out from the bottom of the man's pitch-black eyes, and he leaned his body closer without leaving a single gap.

"Turn off the lights."

She ordered in a low voice.

The man froze.

In the next second, the long arms are extended.

The bedside switch clicked lightly, and the room was plunged into darkness.

The sound of the switch is like a spark in the dark, instantly igniting the hot room.

She felt his breath getting closer.

His kiss fell on his lips, on his neck.

Every time it falls, it brings a shudder.

The numbness like an electric shock penetrates everywhere.

Sanity collapsed.

She didn't need lights, and she could clearly know that the silk nightgown must have been wrinkled.

Pushed to the waist and torn off again.

At a certain moment, the hot palm attached to the back of her waist pulled her closer.

In the chaotic mind, the edge broke through the fog.

His breath was hot and his sweat was sticky.

Sheng Mumu lost the ability to think, and her fingertips sank deep into the man's muscular back.

It seemed as if it was lifted up by waves of huge waves, and suddenly fell weightlessly.

When he was about to fall, he was dragged by a ball of cotton and landed steadily.

The palpitations have not yet subsided, and the next big wave is coming.

The tide hit the shore.

She clung to driftwood like duckweed, gripping his arm in the dark.

There was a muffled slap, and raindrops fell from the window sill.

After a day of stuffy air, the rain finally fell.

The clouds that have been accumulated for a long time seem to be pouring out in one go.

At first, the rain was as reckless as a young boy, and the heavy raindrops hit the window sill, patter, patter, and patter.

Later, the rain became heavier and heavier.

There were several potted flowers in the backyard of the villa, but they hadn't had time to put them under the eaves.

The flowers were disturbed by the sudden rainstorm and were crumbling.

After a long time, the rain slowed down a bit.

But it didn't stop.

Fang rested for a while, and it became a rain curtain again.

The torrential downpour poured down again.

Throughout the night, it rained several times.