Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan sighed softly, but heard him smile against her lips: "Don't think too badly. Jin Liu is impulsive and reckless, and he often acts without thinking things through. But Miss Yu is a person who can think more. The two of them complement each other, which may not be a bad thing."

"Yeah, in this damn world, aren't you forced to marry a wife you don't want?" Anan pushed him, then realized that his hands were wandering freely on her body. She immediately felt embarrassed and pushed her hands on his chest, frowning.

She knew that he was totally focused at that time, but now that she thought about it carefully, she realized that he really treated her badly.

Hongze grinned, kissed her lips deeply, and whispered in her mouth: "I want it."

The voice seemed to have a hook, instantly shattering all her resentment. The extremely ambiguous double entendre made her panic for a moment.

Anan struggled for a bit, but he pressed him even harder, so he aimed at his Adam's apple and bit it. His breath was choked, and he supported himself with his hands to slightly increase the distance between them.

Seeing that his eyes had darkened by more than one degree and he was still reeking of alcohol, Anan couldn't help but pat him and scolded him, "What are you doing?"

His hands were placed on the soft flesh of her waist, rubbing it until it hurt. When she asked this, he simply moved his hands up a little, and gently stroked his fingertips along the edge of her protruding ribs, with a sly smile on his face.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Anan stared at the smile on his lips in a daze. Suddenly, an irrepressible courage arose in her heart. Her hands, which were originally on his chest, slowly slid to his back, and grabbed the buckle on his waist. With a slight tug, it was easily unfastened. The style of his clothes was originally chosen by her. He looked handsome in them, but now she disliked them.

The dress was a long gown with silk floss. Even with the belt untied, there was no telling how many buttons there were from top to bottom. The hateful thing was that Jinxuan was extremely demanding on the buttons. Trying to unbutton one was like opening a Luban lock. Anan made a prompt decision and gave up on unbuttoning the buttons. He held his cheeks with both hands, put his lips close to his, held his tightly pursed thin lips, and imitated him by sticking out his tongue to trace the shape of his lips.

She was not good at unbuttoning, but he was. He was talking to her on the other end, and he unbuttoned the clothes so lightly that she didn't even notice it. Now she just had to set the fire. If the prairie fire started, there would be people willing to take over.

He kissed her like crazy, breathing heavily, and his hands began to move out of control, moving straight up until they covered her soft chest.

"Anan..." He murmured her name, wishing he could swallow her whole.

This was the most intimate time she had ever had with him. She could even feel his back tense and a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. The hot breath against her nose became thicker and thicker, and his movements became rougher and rougher, causing a burning pain wherever it passed.

There was an exciting fire burning throughout her body, and she hugged him tightly with a faint desire. He was so strong and anxious that she could only let him do whatever he wanted. The only response she could do was to put her arms tightly around his neck.

He kissed her passionately. After an unknown amount of time, he finally moved his lips away. His heavy breathing gradually calmed down and he became quieter. Only his big hands were still lingering inside her clothes, gentle as water.