Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai frowned and tightened, feeling that the pain in her cheek was not her own.

A tear came from the corner of the eye because of the pain.

Jun Wuhao retracted his hand abruptly, Wen Xiaoai's head was slammed to one side by him, and both sides of his cheeks were red.

Jun Wuhao looked at Wen Xiaoai, who looked even more beautiful and charming because of the redness of his cheeks, and evil thoughts came out of his heart.

A nasty smile evoked at the corner of his mouth, and Jun Wuhao saw that Wen Xiaoai's eyes gradually became infected with desire.

He leaned over, leaned close to Wen Xiaoai, closed his eyes, sniffed between Wen Xiaoai's neck, and then with a look of enjoyment and satisfaction, he saw the most delicious prey with the hunter.

He opened his eyes, and his gaze stained with eroticism slowly moved upward from Wen Xiaoai's white and slender neck.

Finally stopped on Wen Xiaoai's face.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai keep his head sideways, eyes closed, and his face full of disgust, the passion and desire in Jun Wuhao's body are more intense, and his body reacts directly.

When he thinks that she is Jun Moyan's woman, he can't wait to press her down under him now and vent her out.

Picking up Wen Xiaoai's hair with his fingers, Jun Wuhao said:

"Such a beautiful girl, I really can't bear to start."

"I will give you a choice, abandon Jun Moyan, follow me in the future, I will let you go, how about?

"What Jun Moyan can give you, and I can give it. As long as you nod your head, I will marry you immediately. After I become a family, you will be the lady of the Jun family, how about?"

Since childhood, Jun Moyan has liked to grab things, no matter what, good or bad, he likes to grab, if he can't grab it, he will destroy it.

From childhood to adulthood, the only thing he never grabbed was his grandfather and Jun Wuchen's preference for Jun Moyan.

Wen Xiaoai opened his eyes and looked at the face in front of him with disgust, exhausted all his strength, and let out two words weakly: "...disgusting."

The smell of his body, his face, his words, his every move, everything about him made her feel sick.

Just like him, he still wants to marry her, and you think your hands are dirty if you give this princess shoes.

Just like you, you still dare to compare with my Jun Mo Yan, your face is really thick.

Jun Wuhao's smile was stagnant, but then he returned to his smiling face, but his eyes were also infected with desire for conquest and anger.

"Heh..." Jun Wuhao sneered, "Nauseous?"

"It's really disgusting. Since you think I'm disgusting, then I will make you as disgusting as me." Jun Wuhao bit the last few words extremely hard.

The eyes are full of sullen smiles.

"...I won't be as sick as you." Wen Xiaoai's weak voice sounded.

"is it?"

Jun Wuhao smiled, and the hand holding the wine glass slowly approached Wen Xiaoai, and came to the top of Wen Xiaoai's chest.

Tilting his wrist slowly, the red wine poured out of the glass, soaking Wen Xiaoai's chest.

Jun Wuzhao slowly stepped forward with the cup in his hand, and the drink poured from the cup poured onto Wen Xiaoai's neck and flowed to her collarbone.

Splashes everywhere.

Wen Xiaoai squinted her face. She felt dirty when she thought that Jun Wuhao had drunk this red wine.

Jun Wuhao retracted his hand, and he threw the empty wine glass on the ground.

Seeing being soaked in red wine, the whole body exudes the fragrance of wine, such as the red rose that just bloomed, and the charming Wen Xiaoai, Jun Wuhao's whole body is occupied by lust, and somewhere in his body is swelling and painful.

He leaned over and approached Wen Xiaoai, warming the aroma of wine on her chest, watching the little red wine staying on her collarbone, and breathing slowly became rapid.