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The elevator slowly went up and stopped on the top floor. A man and a woman walked out of the elevator one after the other.The woman shook the key in her hand and walked gracefully towards the room.The man followed behind, holding her bag in his hand, smiling.

The room was bright, and Wang Manchun entered first. Before he took off his coat, he was grabbed by the people around him and held him in his arms.

"The curtains aren't closed yet," she said hastily.

"Go ahead," he said behind her.

"Hey!" she protested.

So Ah Cheng sighed, first took off her coat and scarf, hung it at the entrance, watched her anxiously running to draw the curtains, couldn't help but smile: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that the person on the other side will see the scene." She closed the curtains, but the room was suddenly dark.

Her eyes couldn't adapt for a while, and she stood in front of the window blankly.

The hot body was pressed against her so gently, and her big hands stroked her waist.

"Do you like the cheongsam you are wearing?"

She smiled: "Of course I like it, otherwise why would I do it?"

"Then take a second look." Ah Cheng said with a smile, "After tonight, you won't be able to see it."

"You... um..."

Her breath was instantly taken away by the fiery kiss, and she didn't even have time to react. The sudden suffocation made her a little scared.

She resisted for a few seconds, and the heat slid down her cheeks to her ears and lingered on her neck.She smiled at this thoughtful gesture, turned around in his arms, hung herself on him, and kissed back affectionately.

The tip of her tongue frivolously circled the contours of his lips, but she refused to break in. He opened his lips, but failed several times.

"But I only brought this outfit." She hooked his lower lip, "You have to be gentle..."

Before he finished speaking, he put his hand on the back of her head: "You should worry about yourself."

As he spoke, he bullied her again and pressed her against the window sill.

The heat in her body continued to rise, her body kept leaning back, and she had to free one hand to hold on to the window sill to support herself.

Her waist was tightly embraced, and he was close to his body. His breathing was between her lips and teeth.It seemed that there was something throbbing in her body, tempting her to hook her on his shoulder and give herself up.

With a stabbing sound, the smooth shoulders were exposed to the air, and she was startled, but his hand slid down her arm, interlocking her fingers, soothing her emotions.

And his fiery lips and tongue slowly slipped down to her throat with a trace of water stains, and along with it, he pressed the kiss on the depression between the collarbones.

The air became more and more viscous, her eyes were pitch black, her ears were filled with the suppressed voices of the two, and the only feeling in her body was the scorching heat where he passed.

Before she could react, her body was lifted up and thrown onto the soft and comfortable bed.

The cold silk came into contact with the warm skin, causing her to curl up suddenly, and the clothes were separated from her body at some point, her body temperature was completely absorbed by the silk, and a thin layer of shudder appeared on her body.After an unknown amount of time, his upper body slowly pressed against her, transferring all the heat from his body.

Her body stretched in the kiss, gradually clinging to him, following his warmth.

Before entering, he bit her lips lightly, and asked angrily, "Do you like it?"

She felt something sticking hard against her inner thigh, her face flushed with shame, but she replied calmly, "Nothing."

"Really?" His melodious voice lingered in her ears, seducing her in a low voice, and his body sank: "Really...don't you like it?"

It came too suddenly... She bit her lower lip to prevent the cum from overflowing, clasped her slender fingers on his shoulders, as if she wanted to leave her mark on him, but she finally withdrew her hands.

Reluctant.

She couldn't bear to let him get hurt a little, even here, at this time, at this place.

Her love is always humble to the dust, and blooms from the dust. (Note ①)

The moment her hand slowly fell back onto the silk bed sheet, his kiss chased after her, gently enfolded her fingertips, and then moved up her wrist, leaving a soft spot between the softest skin on the inside of her arm. A string of bright traces.

His kiss stopped on her shoulder, he bit her lightly, and whispered.

At this time, Wang Manchun suddenly realized that he tonight... seems to be different?

From the moment he walked through the door, Ah Cheng seemed to be a different person, no longer the gentle and considerate few times before, but forced her down, not giving her a chance to resist.

"Ah Cheng..." she said hoarsely.

The man who was working on his chest hummed and raised his head, "What's wrong?"

"What happened?" she asked softly, her hands pressed against his hair.

Ah Cheng stopped moving.

"Nothing." He tried to muddle through.

"Go on, I'm listening," she said, "You can't lie."

This time he was completely stunned.

An agent, a special graduate of a military academy, and a pretender who has been lurking for many years, he was actually told one day that he could not lie.

Man Chun waited for his answer, and slid his fingers across his sharp face, and stopped on his lips: "Say it."

He tilted his head and held the finger in his mouth: "I don't want to say it."

"If you don't want to say it, you have to say it." She had a tough attitude, and he tried to seal it with a kiss, but she avoided him.I went back and forth a few times like this, and finally lost.

He buried his face in her neck, kissed her soft skin, and said sullenly, "I'm a little jealous."

"What are you jealous of?" Seeing that he was willing to speak, she rubbed his forehead and continued to ask.

"Brother Jealousy."

Eh?

"I have nothing to do with him anymore?" she explained.

"No..." He hummed coquettishly on her shoulder, "Today at the gate of No. 76, I caught a tabloid reporter who took your picture." He rubbed her chin irritably: "The picture is just It’s in my coat pocket, it’s so beautiful, I feel like you’re so happy…”

Hearing this, she understood, it was clearly the hug between her and Minglou when they handed over tasks, but it was deliberately taken as an intimate photo of the two, and was taken by her lover. No matter how good-tempered a man is, it is impossible to fully accept it. .

However, Ah Cheng has always been steady, and she would actually be jealous over a photo, which was something she had never thought of.

She laughed silently as she thought about it, the man on her body suddenly stood up and looked down at her: "Are you laughing at me?"

She shook her head with a suffocated smile, and was held firmly by his hand: "Really?"

She nodded again, and looked at him affectionately with her big bright eyes in the darkness.

"I don't believe it." He narrowed his eyes.

Her long legs slowly came up, rubbing against his thigh.

She heard his breathing harden.

"Don't believe me?" she said softly.

"Ah."

So she smiled at the corner of her mouth, stretched out her hand to pull his head off, and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you the most." Her tongue hooked his tongue provocatively, "You'd better love me too, or I'll kick you down."

Ah Cheng's smile was held in his throat, and he invaded his body: "I will not let you go."

The battle continued, and she was defeated in the touch of lips and tongue again and again, and was pressed on the bed by him, with his fingers interlocked, and invaded again and again.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how many times they have experienced the cloud and rain in total. In the end, she was too sleepy to keep her eyes open, but he suddenly turned over and stood up.

"Aren't you tired?" she asked vaguely.

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her eyes: "Go to sleep."

Hearing this sentence, she closed her eyes peacefully, only feeling that the light in the bathroom was on, and there was the sound of gurgling water, and then she was lifted up again and soaked in the warm water.

Her consciousness stayed here.

Ah Cheng lay in the bathtub with Man Chun in his arms, and wiped every part of her body with a wet towel.

His slender fingers scratched her neck, and there was still a mark of deep love on it.

Her face was barely covered with makeup, but it was still beautiful.

"I love you the most too." He leaned on her face and said, "Who else can I love but you?"

After half an hour, the water in the bathtub began to cool, he dried her body and put her back into the warm bedding.

Then he put on a pair of pants and walked into the living room barefoot, picking up all the clothes scattered on the floor and throwing them on the sofa.

He fished the two photographs out of his coat.

With the light sound of the lighter, the figures hugging tightly in the photo were engulfed by orange flames.

Ah Cheng closed his eyes lightly, lit a cigarette, and leaned on the sofa.

Who else can I love but you?

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