Lucky to Have You Till the End

A man who has eaten the meat and tasted that taste is like addicted to drugs and knows the taste of the marrow. He will not get tired of melting her into the body every night.

Tang Xinyan refused to do as he wished, but every time she opened her lips, he blocked it up.

Then it was a crazy and turbulent kiss.

She couldn't say a word.

The long hair spread out on the white sheets, like water weeds swaying in the deep sea, and the small, palm-sized face was blushing and charming.

Looking at her, his cold heart is soft.

He bit her earballs, his breath was heavy and hot, and his voice was low and dumb, saying over and over how he thought of her these days.

She didn't know why she was confused by his unreal sweet words, and the whole person was brought to his rhythm.

Sinking, ups and downs.

The crystal chandelier above the head is spinning around the world.

I don't know how long it took, but he heard a low voice in his ear.

Both of them couldn't help shaking.

She clung to the tips of his shoulders and pressed her fingers into the skin of his back.

After it was over, her mind was blank.

When there was a response, she told herself that it couldn't do this any more, and there would be no next time.

Keep going, it will be bad for her and the child.

He still hugged her tightly, with a handsome face buried in her neck, perhaps tired, and soon, she heard the sound of his even breathing.

She got up, cleaned up, put on her clothes and stood by the bed watching him look defenseless after falling asleep.

If she wants revenge, she can actually hurt him now.

However, she will not.

Covering him with the quilt, she gently left his room.

Almost the moment the door was closed, the man with his eyes closed opened his eyelashes.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, he was wearing a bathrobe, standing in front of the French windows, smoking one by one.

He knew that she still loved him, but she couldn't get past the hurdle in her heart.

...

Tang Xinyan returned to the room upstairs.

When the light was turned on, she looked at Liu Yue who was sitting on the solo sofa. She was startled, "Mom, why haven't you rested yet?"

Liu Yue pressed her lips tightly and did not speak. She raised her hand and slapped Tang Xinyan's face directly.

Tang Xinyan trembled unsteadily, and her eyes flashed red in an instant. As soon as she wanted to say something, she saw Liu Yue slap her face again.

Tang Xinyan took Liu Yue's hand, her long eyelashes trembling, "Mom, what are you doing?"

After shaking off Tang Xinyan's hand, Liu Yue's eyes were cold and sharp, as if she hated her for being unwilling. "I went to Ranran's room, and you never went there. I was afraid that you had an accident, so I went to the front desk to ask about your whereabouts, and they said you are here 2069, I knocked on the door, and the singer said that you helped Mo Chi to leave."

"You were alone with him for more than an hour, what did you do with him, tell mom?"

Looking at her red and swollen lips that were obviously kissed, Liu Yue's heart was shaken, "Are you trying to reconcile with him? Want to come back to him again? If so, Mom won't force you. In the future, You've been with him, it doesn't matter whether you live or die anymore!"

Tang Xinyan's heart was tugged with a severe pain.

She knew that her mother had already given her the biggest concession to let her keep the child.

If it were other cruel mothers, she would definitely not let her leave her enemies' children.

Biting her lip, there was a bright luster in her eyes, stepping forward, holding Liu Yue's hand again, and her voice hoarse, "Mom, I won't meet him secretly anymore! I promise!"