The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Seeing him trying to untie it clumsily and eagerly, Xuan Ran curled her lips and looked at the wolf-like man in front of her. Although he was looking at her with red eyes, the movements of his hands were more sincere than his face.

"Baby, help me." An Xijie really couldn't understand why women's things were so complicated and intertwined.

Xuan Ran pursed her lips and smiled, and quickly took off her underwear, "Master An, is there anything you are not good at?"

An Xijie slid across her smooth back as if relieved of a heavy burden and said, "How dare I show off in front of you!" He didn't stop moving his hands as he said this.

Xuan Ran placed her hands lightly on his shoulders and joked, "Are you in such a hurry?"

An Xijie looked at her without saying anything, and his hand slid from her back to the softness of her chest, "How can I not be anxious? With such a beautiful woman in front of me, what do you think?"

Xuan Ran's face turned red from being kneaded by him, her whole body began to soften, and the ripples in her eyes deepened. She slowly lowered her head and kissed An Xijie's lips, only to see An Xijie flip over and press her onto the sofa.

"What's wrong, baby is anxious."

His kiss seemed to suck her into his mouth, domineering and urgent, and he quickly pulled his hand out and quickly unbuckled the belt around his waist. After restraining himself for so long, his kiss still carried a bit of ferocity, and the friction and adhesion of his lips were intense.

Xuan Ran opened her blurry eyes and saw that his eyes were full of expectation and desire. An Xijie's breathing became more and more rapid.

For a moment he seemed out of control, and then he continued gently and slowly, "Baby, I miss you so much. During this time, um, have you been comfortable?" His low voice caressed her ears.

"Well, yeah." Xuan Ran turned her head and grabbed his back, her heart full of tenderness and sweetness, like morning dew rolling on flower petals.

She didn't know how long the light line in front of her eyes had been swaying before her vision slowly began to focus. The hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, and the area below her collarbone was densely packed with the trophies of this battle. Although she stopped the action, the man on her body was still teasing her.

Continuously sucking her/Ao Ting's spring scenery, Xuan Ran was breathing in the calm air in big gulps. She was so exhausted that she couldn't speak, and she just felt dry mouth.

Xuan Ran raised her head with difficulty, looked at An Xijie who was chewing and biting her, and said, "Pour me a glass of water."

He then stood up quickly and said, "Okay, I'll pour it for my baby right away." He walked out of the room quickly.

Xuan Ran pulled the quilt over herself, calmed down, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Looking at An Xijie standing at the door holding a cup of water, wrapped in a bath towel with his white chest exposed, who can you blame?

But Xuan Ran didn't want to look at her at the moment. After glancing at her in the mirror, she took the water and drank it all.

"Drink slowly." A hint of worry flashed in An Xijie's eyes.

Xuan Ran didn't care. She closed the door and chased him out, then took a good shower. After all, it was getting late and she should have some beauty sleep as she had to go to work tomorrow.

But just now, when she saw An Xijie's expression as if he was not tired yet and could fight for another three hundred rounds, she was really scared.

No one dared to say anything more.

I have to say that Ahn Hee-jae knows how to torture people. He played all kinds of tricks on people in just a few steps from the sofa to the bed.

Even the floor-to-ceiling window was not spared, and the mess on the ground made Xuan Ran's face blush.

When she came out of the shower, An Xijie was still waiting for her by the bathroom.

Looking at Xuan Ran, who was surrounded by smoke and exuding the fragrance of shower gel, he began to feel hot and restless again.

"You're not talking because you're scared!" An Xijie pinched her pretty chin. Seeing how scared she was, she didn't dare to say anything and ran to take a shower.

Although An Xijie himself looked unsatisfied, he was actually very happy in his heart.

Xuan Ran was too lazy to talk to him. She slapped his hand away and quickly ran to the bed to sleep. She no longer paid attention to An Xijie's nonchalant attitude. She just said fiercely, "Don't touch me, or don't even think about dating me next time."

An Xijie was sitting on the toilet with a smile on his face, but after hearing what she said, he was stunned on the toilet. If he had known the current situation, he should not have let her go.

"Oh, I should have prepared more, damn it."

If something hadn't run out, he could have tortured her until dawn.

Now you can only bear it, poor child.

He could only mutter quietly in the toilet.

Xuan Ran appears to be weak on the surface, but she is very stubborn and doesn't go back on her words. If she is really drunk, An Xijie will know that he will be the one who suffers.

How could he dare to say anything more now? He just had to take a shower and lie down to have a good sleep with her.

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It was not until the afternoon that Meng Zimo woke up in a daze. It must be said that the jackal had been hungry for so long that it really felt like eating people.

Meng Zimo glanced at the man standing beside the bed, "You look like you're in good spirits?"

Meng Zimo just couldn't understand why a worker seemed so unusually energetic.

"What's wrong? Baby, aren't you feeling energetic?" Chen Yuye had already cooked noodles for Meng Zimo and was planning to bring them to the bed to feed her.

But when he walked to the bed, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he leaned over and breathed very close to her.

"I want to take a shower." Meng Zimo lay on the bed and didn't want to move. Liquid was flowing out from somewhere, making her feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll go run the toilet." After hearing this, Chen Yuye quickly turned around and walked towards the bathroom, feeling extremely happy.

Before, due to Meng Zimo's physical condition, he tried his best to endure it, and he wore it even when they had sex.

There were no restraints last night, and the feeling was so refreshing. If Chen Yuye was not afraid that Meng Zimo could not bear it, he would have continued.

He rubbed his lips with his fingers and could clearly feel that his lips were a little swollen, but the physical and mental pleasure made that a big deal.

After watching Chen Yuye walk into the bathroom for a long time, Meng Zimo was ready to get up when she heard the steady sound of water flowing.

She could only feel her hands trembling under the quilt.

Chen Yuye held her fingers together every time last night, pinching them so hard that her fingers were numb.

My whole body felt like it was broken apart and put back together again. I felt like it was not my own and I couldn't control it at all.

Hearing Meng Zimo's dull voice, Chen Yuye quickly walked out of the bathroom, "I'll hold you."

Meng Zimo did not refuse. She put her hand on his neck and let him take her into the bathroom.

Soaking in the bathtub, Meng Zimo also felt sore all over, including her thighs, lower abdomen, fingers, and waist.

I felt uncomfortable everywhere, but the culprit was standing next to the bathtub with a smile on his face. "Why are you still here?"

Meng Zimo was very puzzled. He had been standing there for such a long time, looking at her with a smile, very cautiously.

Chen Yuye knew she would say this, "I'll accompany you."

"But how can I wash it while you are here?"

"If you don't know how, I'll help you. You're standing anyway. Come, let me wash you." Chen Yuye was quite good at giving people a way out, which made Meng Zimo blush.

As he said this, he was really ready to come forward to help.

"No, I mean I can't let go if you're here."

"What's the problem?"

"get out."

Meng Zimo really doesn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore