The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The room was dark.

His fingers wandered dishonestly on her body, and his fingertips seemed to have magic, and every part that was touched conquered her nerves.

But he didn't want to be idle at any part of his body, and his mouth still refused to leave Sang Ran's lips.

Sang Ran was suffocated by his kiss, and the lack of oxygen to her brain made her consciousness a little confused.

Sitting on his lap, I could clearly feel that the changes somewhere were more intense.

When she regained consciousness, she had actually been taken to the bed by him, with all her belongings hanging all over her body.

The buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, exposing her shoulders to the air.

The shirt was caught by the rise and fall of her chest and looked precarious, as if in the next second it would completely collapse and slide down her body.

There is a looming sense of mystery.

The man's upper body clothes had been removed, revealing his solid muscle lines perfectly, like a fine work of art.

Her eyes swept across his pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and finally to his mermaid line with blue veins.

He clamped his hands around the woman's wrists, locked them firmly at her sides, and leaned over.

Sang Ran’s body stiffened.

She hadn't taken off her clothes yet, but he kissed her through her shirt, and the sensitivity of her body made her scalp tingle.

The wet feeling did not lessen at all, and even had a rough feel because of the fabric.

The sensitive nen flesh was being rubbed like this, it was really a bit overwhelming.

Her breathing was disordered and when she lowered her head she could only see the top of her head which was dark and dense.

The man raised his head as if by telepathy, his lips were moist, proving that everything he had just done was real.

Sang Ran's messy appearance was reflected in his pupils.

Sang Ran felt shame all over his body, but he had no way to resist.

He curled his lips: "Good wife."

After saying that, his eyes were still looking at Sang Ran, but his head slowly drooped, and under Sang Ran's gaze, he picked up a corner of her shirt with his teeth.

Move slowly to the side.

All veils are gone.

This time there was no barrier at all, he took her in completely.

The mountain peaks stand tall, as if they were carefully carved by the mythical Nüwa.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Sang Ran suddenly came back to his senses.

Pei Jingping looked at her in confusion, the lust in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

"I remembered I still have work to do."

"We'll do it tomorrow."

"No shower."

"Wash it later."

"...The door is not closed."

"......"

A soft sigh.

"I'll go and turn it off."

Sang Ran watched the man stand up, hurriedly put his shirt back on, and buttoned it up swiftly. The wetness on the chest of the shirt made her face blush again.

It was a close call, I was almost seduced by her beauty.

When Pei Jingping came back, he saw a fully clothed woman wrapped tightly in a quilt with her eyes closed, looking as if she was asleep.

He laughed angrily and said in dissatisfaction: "Hey, you are playing rogue."

No one answered.

"Sang Ran?"

"Fell asleep?"

"You haven't showered yet."

"Wash it tomorrow." The woman replied in a mock whisper.

The next second, the quilt was lifted, and the man directly picked her up and held her horizontally.

"I'm going to go to bed!"

"No." Pei Jingping didn't indulge her, "Let's wash together."

"what?"

Her resistance brought even more intense revenge from the man.

The bathroom heating light was turned on, and the glass door locked the two people in this ambiguous space.

Pei Jingping helped Sang Ran unbutton her shirt with a righteous look on his face. Sang Ran was manipulated by him and no matter how she resisted, he ignored her.

She had no choice but to surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll do it myself."

The man paused.

"Turn around."

The corners of his lips curled up: "Okay."

After saying that, he turned around obediently.

Sang Ran looked at his back with a curled lip, then resignedly took off her clothes and put them in the clothes basket beside her.

"Don't look, I'll wash first," she emphasized.

"Oh."

The shower in the bathroom was turned on, water vapor and mist spread, and the sound of dripping water was particularly clear.

Sang Ran stared at the man's back like a vigilant spy while washing her body carefully.

She was extremely flustered at the moment and just wanted to finish washing quickly and then slip into bed and pretend to sleep.

Seeing that the man had maintained the same posture for a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to get the shower gel from the shelf next to her.

Just as she turned around, she saw that the man who had his back to her had turned back and was leaning against the glass door of the bathroom, staring at her with a smile in his eyes.

He had no guilt about breaking his promise and strode into the water, not caring about the fact that he had not taken off his pants. He put his arms around Sang Ran's waist, lifted her up with his arms, and leaned her against the wall of the bathroom, using his body to prevent her from slipping.

"Let go!" Sang Ran was held in mid-air. She had no time to blame him for breaking the rules and could only slap him in panic.

Pei Jingping turned a deaf ear.

Sang Ran was in a completely defenseless state.

She watched the man take off the rest of his clothes and he snatched the shower gel from her hand.

"I'll help you wash it."

After saying that, he gently rubbed his big hands on her body.

The foam is silky and dense, and the skin feels even smoother when it touches it.

As he moved, the man's eyes became more and more fiery.

"Be good, I'll be gentle."

The body was touched carefully, and the palms seemed to be equipped with a heating system, and the touched parts became hotter and hotter.

Water drops from the bathroom dripped down their bodies and onto the tiles.

The man's kisses fell densely, and he buried his head in Sang Ran's neck and sucked it intermittently. In a daze, Sang Ran seemed to hear him say something in a hoarse voice.

Her fingers exerted force uncontrollably, leaving marks on his back.