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ld finally communicate with the photographer in Chinese. She no longer needed her uncle, aunt, You Gege, and Hao Gege to translate for her!Australia trip, now that we're all familiar faces, it feels s...Chapter Name: 097

Her face flushed, this seemed to be the first time he had complimented her on her beauty so directly. Every woman would want to hear compliments from the man she likes, especially when it's about her beauty; especially when that man is exceptionally attractive himself, or has seen many beautiful women.

She opened her eyes slightly, a touch embarrassed, and stole a glance at him, wanting to see what expression he would have when he said such things.

The dimly lit wall lamp cast a soft glow, barely illuminating the man's face, which was somewhat obscured. Nevertheless, his handsomeness and charisma were undeniable. He stared intently at her, his captivating eyes sparkling with a subtle brilliance. She felt as though she were being drawn into him by the intensity of his gaze.

Her breath was quickening. Once those eyes, filled with desire, met hers, she felt a sense of helplessness. At that moment, his wildly masculine energy threatened to overwhelm her. She felt as if her body no longer belonged to her.

He kissed her, a burning kiss that landed below her ear, tracing along her sensitive neck, and slowly going down. Probably sensing her yielding, his large palm grew hot again, carelessly reaching for her chest and kneading it with force.

She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her water-colored eyes narrowed slowly, a sense of helplessness washing over her. But because it was him, she could surrender to him without reservation.

His dominance wasn't just in his kiss, his legs were also powerfully pressing against hers, pinning her hard against the door panel. The door was slightly cold, and she shivered, her body trembling lightly. She reflexively wanted to escape, but he held her down with one hand.

His kiss had already landed on her neck. The buttoned up lady's blouse seemed very troublesome at this moment, each little button seemingly impossible to undo. This man was always used to being wild; he wouldn't bother with the buttons anymore. His large hand rudely slid through the gaps between the buttons and went straight into her clothes.

His hand was large and masculine, so different from hers. It was warm, thick, and slightly rough, sending a jolt of electricity through her with every touch. She gasped softly, biting her lip helplessly. Her small head rested against the door, but her hands were completely at a loss, clenching tightly then hanging limply by her sides.

In such a place, doing such things, it's somewhat crazy, more so unbelievable. She didn't resist, perhaps because of his rare tenderness today, perhaps because of his rare patience in accompanying her aimlessly today, perhaps because he protected her so much, stood up for her, perhaps...

Who knows, she only knew that at this moment, her heart was very soft, very soft.

Perhaps, his present fervor and eagerness also stemmed from a certain similarity he perceived in her.

He suddenly scooped her up, pressing her against the door. His legs shot out in mid-air, causing her to cry out in fright. Her hands reacted instinctively in an instant, clutching at him tightly and holding onto his neck. He probably found it satisfying because he lifted his head and kissed her startled and flustered lips soothingly.

She was a little angry and couldn't help but glare at him. Her courage grew a little, and she opened her mouth in defiance, showing her white teeth, and nipped at his lip.

He was slightly taken aback, his eyes darkening for a moment.

Never abuse or bite a man when he's in the throes of passion. It will only fan the flames of his desire.

She naturally didn't understand anything, and whined softly, "Let me down, this is uncomfortable!"

Straightening her spine, she rubbed against him forcefully. It wasn't really rubbing, it was just that he was pressing down on her too hard, too heavily. Her intention to push him away with her hips ended up becoming a seductive tease instead.

He let out a low moan, and the sensitive area of his lower body instantly flushed.

"It will make you comfortable right away!"

In her ear, he breathed out scorching breath, devilishly alluring!

She was so embarrassed that her whole face turned red. She had been with him several times before, and at this moment, she probably understood what he meant. What made her even more ashamed was the harsh sound of the zipper, then, he suddenly grabbed one of her legs and forcefully made her wrap it around his waist. She resisted, she couldn't adapt to this kind of game. And instinctively, she believed that this kind of thing should be done lying down. Wasn't "rolling in the sheets" supposed to be like that!

But can she, even at her strongest, overcome the overwhelming power of Rong Ling!

The vicious man, having made up his mind, was going to eat her. So he quickly grabbed her other leg and wrapped it around his waist.

Hold on tight, or you'll fall!

She was angry, anxious, and panicked. She clung tightly to his neck, tremblingly begging in his ear. "Rong Ling, please let me down..."

He ignored her, pushing her against the door and forcing himself between her legs, his hard member pressing against her softness.

Her body immediately softened, as if all her strength had drained away. She was burning up with heat. This daring game was quite a challenge for such a young girl to participate in. Watching her legs and arms go limp, about to slide off him, he suddenly reached out with his hand. With a fiery palm, he gently pulled her small buttocks up, pressing them against his waist, rubbing them with an unbearable heat.

Her face was flushed, her body soft as if it were about to become a puddle of mud! Yet he still had the energy, with a palm, fanning the flames and causing chaos all over her. [..tw超多好看小說]The buttoned-up blouse was finally broken through by him, hanging on her like torn cloth. Poor bra, like a neglected foster daughter, was tragically thrown to the ground.

He suddenly leaned down and took her softness into his mouth, while with the other hand he immediately and lovingly soothed the other full one that hadn't been kissed.

She moaned softly, her breathing erratic, held and pressed against him like this. Her moans and gasps were impossible to contain any longer. In her ears, all she heard was the echo of her own ambiguous murmurs. She trembled shyly in the midst of a burning sensation throughout her body, feeling utterly disoriented, unable to help but sob softly. It felt so strange.

"Spare me..." she sobbed, her voice broken as she begged for mercy.

The more she begged for mercy, the more it fueled his desire to conquer. He gripped her waist with both hands, gently lifting her up, squinting his eyes and gazing at her with burning, lustful black eyes full of admiration. She was almost completely naked, her white waist slender to an unbelievable degree. It seemed that if he exerted a little more force, he could snap her delicate waist. Her skin was tender and smooth, soft like tofu. Her body curves rose and fell slightly in his hands, alluringly like a legendary enchantress.

He gripped her waist impatiently, lifting her high, burying his face between her soft mounds. Then, he traced a path down her smooth, flat belly, biting heavily along the way.

“Hmm…” she murmured softly, like a cat purring. Her slender waist arched gracefully, forming an unbelievably alluring curve. Unable to bear his tormenting passion any longer, and unable to resist this burning shame that threatened to consume her, she had to let go of all pretense. She whimpered, urging him softly, “Come in… come in quickly…”

"Please just make this all end," she thought, "I'm going to die of embarrassment if it goes on any longer!"

His movements suddenly stopped, as if her urging had completely thrown him off. After a heavy, ragged gasp, he ripped her panties away, gripped her waist, and slammed her down hard.

"Ah!" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, but seeming to contain more restraint than her, more excitement even!

She was so stimulated that her tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

His hot breath fanned her ears, a fierce demand in every whisper, almost tearing her apart. As she was overwhelmed and about to lose herself completely, she seemed to hear him growl resentfully in her ear: "You demon..."

……

When it was over, her body went limp as if all the strength had left her. He laid her softly in the bathtub and she let him do whatever he wanted, allowing him to wash her roughly clean. Finally, as if she’d been waiting for it, he held her and placed her on the soft, big bed. She hummed quietly, curling up slightly, feeling as if she had just died. Her breath was still ragged and her whole body was flushed, like she'd just been fished out of hot water.

She vowed that when she returned with him in the future, she would definitely wait for him to take off his shoes before entering the living room, and then she would take hers off.

My goodness!

She whimpered softly in her heart, feeling that it was truly tormenting!

He was wiping his hair with a towel as he walked in, and what he saw was a scene of such beauty: The woman on the bed lay curled up like a newborn baby, so fragile. A soft light fell on her, making her skin seem almost translucent.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his movements faltering for a moment as if hypnotized, he moved forward. He gently grasped a handful of her hair and toyed with it. She felt his presence, letting out a soft "hmm" sound, her slender back trembling slightly, curling in on itself even more.

Her back, smooth and beautiful, was as white as a piece of high-quality jade, warm and inviting, making one want to touch it uncontrollably. Two beautiful shoulder blades were like the wings of two butterflies, resting quietly, flapping occasionally, very pretty! He reached out, but only lightly touched her once, and she let out a soft moan.

After the climax, her body was especially sensitive. She blushed and really didn't want to move at all, but she was afraid he would come again. She could only turn over slightly, look at him, then glared at him with a flushed face! When she met his deep black eyes, she felt a little embarrassed. So she thought of an excuse and mumbled: "Cold!"

At once, a soft blanket enveloped her, shielding her beauty as she had wished.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but smile.

His eyes darkened slightly, he lowered his head, and lightly touched her forehead with his lips. He said in a low voice, "Get up and dry your hair!"

She really didn't want to move. "No more blowing, I'm so sleepy!"

Saying that, he closed his eyes.

Then, she felt like he seemed to have left. She was very tired and too lazy to open her eyes. She randomly reached out and grabbed a pillow, putting it under her head. Then she rubbed against it, looking for a comfortable angle, and closed her eyes just about to drift off to sleep.

Then, she felt herself being lifted into his arms. Her naked body was pressed against his equally bare chest. The feeling of their skin touching was almost burning hot. She trembled slightly, her eyes flew open in alarm, and she shook her head, complaining in a slightly breathless voice: "No more!"

As she spoke, her body unconsciously twisted in his arms, trying to break free.

Suddenly, she felt the man behind her stop moving, as if he had frozen in place. She turned her head in confusion, and then saw, to her embarrassment, that the man was holding a hairdryer, his lips pursed, his eyebrows raised, staring at her with an ambiguous expression.

She immediately flushed crimson, murmuring softly to herself: "It's over, I've gone bad! How can I keep thinking about that place all the time!"

She lowered her head and immediately clamped her mouth shut, deciding to never speak again. It was always better to say less.

Then, the sound of the wind rustling through her hair began. Long fingers started gliding through it. The warm breeze blew, slowly drying the moisture in her hair little by little, a shift between hot and cold that dispelled most of her sleepiness. She couldn't help but think irrationally, feeling that this man was so strong, like a giant monster. He was clearly exhausted too, yet he still kept releasing water, carrying her to wash up, and then carrying her back to bed. How could he not be tired at all Or…was she just too weak!

Well, she's not really into sports either. Maybe it's just because she's too weak. But hey, she's a student! She goes to school every day and doesn't really have any time to exercise properly. How could her stamina be good There are only two physical education classes a week, and they're often taken over by other teachers for various reasons...

“Ah!” She straightened her spine abruptly and let out a low cry.

A hush fell over the room. He frowned and looked at her.

She scrambled to fling the covers aside and jumped out of bed, ready to run outside. But as her feet touched the floor, she remembered she was completely naked! So, she turned around and hurried to the wardrobe to find pajamas. Before even reaching the door, she thought again: there were indeed pajamas in the wardrobe, but they were "those" kind of pajamas. The new pajamas were still by the door!

Helplessly, I turned around again, heading toward the living room. I accidentally saw the man sitting steadily on the bed, shirtless, and let out another gasp, as if startled. His porcelain-like body instantly blushed a dazzling pink.

The moment she thought about how her earlier actions had fallen right into this man's eyes, shame washed over her so intensely that she wished she could disappear into a hole. Oh my God, running around naked in front of this man, how could she be so embarrassed!

Biting her lip, she pressed her face against the bed, tears welling in her eyes. She grabbed the edge of her thin blanket and pulled it close to her chest.

The man suddenly reached out and roughly pressed down on the thin blanket, raising an eyebrow as he questioned with displeasure, "What is it!"

He rarely showed her such kindness by blow-drying her hair, but she didn't obediently accept it. Instead, she completely ignored him, which was a direct challenge to his dignity! When had this little woman become so arrogant He suddenly threw the hairdryer in his hand aside, his eyes narrowed, and the temperature in his gaze dropped several degrees!

She was too embarrassed to notice his expression. In a hurry, she used a bit more force and pleaded in a soft voice, "Rong Ling, let go!"

Of course he wouldn't let her, she could just say whatever she wanted!

She stamped her feet in frustration, standing before him naked, burning with shame!

"Come on, don't be so stingy! Just lend it to me for a bit!" She couldn't help herself, she suddenly jumped onto the bed and threw herself into his arms, giving him a hard kiss on the face, both as a way of appeasement and compensation. Then, shyly blinking at him, she softly pleaded, "Just lend me your blanket to cover myself, okay You're such a big guy with such a good physique, you won't catch a cold in just a little while. I'll give it back to you soon, alright"

She, however, went off on a tangent, thinking that Rong Ling didn't give her the blanket because he also needed it to keep warm!

Rong Ling frowned suddenly, feeling a strange sense of powerlessness! What was this little woman's brain filled with However, he let go, allowing her to successfully roll up the blanket and wrap herself in it.

She giggled, gratefully planting a heavy kiss on his cheek. She dragged the thin blanket behind her, dashing out of the bedroom like a crazy person, all the way to the hallway where she started rummaging for pajamas before rushing back in to change. When she returned with the blanket, she saw him standing at the bedroom door, leaning against the doorpost and staring at her. His expression was indifferent, lost in thought.

She walked over, her face flushed with a mix of shame and anger, and shoved the haphazardly bundled blanket into his arms. She muttered softly, "It's all your fault!"

If he wasn't suddenly like that, she wouldn't have to sweep his blanket away so shamefully and run to the door to change. Thinking about it, she felt a little indignant again, so she walked over, opened her mouth, and bit his bare arm. She really wanted to take a bite, but she couldn't bear to actually bite down. She just roughly measured it with her teeth, touched it lightly, and retracted her small mouth. Meeting his dark eyes, she felt a little embarrassed again. She felt like she had been acting silly since just now!

Immediately, a hint of disappointment arose.

He reached out and gently pushed him, saying, "Go to sleep first. I still have homework to do!"

Looking quite cheerful!

But immediately, she broke into a smile again, reached out and hugged him around the neck, pulled his head down, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night!"

This little woman, to be angry with her is just not worth it! She's such a fool, so dumb she doesn't even realize it!

In her study, she yawned and scribbled furiously in her practice book. Because drowsiness bothered her, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. It was rather pitiful, yet it also made one feel a little amused. With her appearance, even when doing anything, it wouldn't feel vulgar, only cute!

How much more!

He appeared beside her like a ghost, asking softly. She was a little surprised. "Oh, aren't you going to sleep!"

He casually reached out and ruffled her scalp. "Not sleepy yet!"

So, she felt a little jealous of his monstrous physique! It would be great if she could be as energetic as him.

"There are so many more!" She frowned slightly, looking troubled, as her pen kept moving.

"First things first, let's tackle the important tasks. We can catch up on the less urgent ones later!" Don't let homework keep you from getting a good night's sleep!

"Well, I was thinking the same thing," she replied, letting out a small yawn. She didn't go shopping often, so today had been tiring.

His expression of trying hard not to fall asleep tugged at his heart.

"Show me what you haven't done!"

She didn't think too much about it, just pointed at the practice book lying beside her. Then when he asked which pages to do, she pointed again. He sat down next to her, took out a pen and a piece of paper, and started scribbling away. She glanced over, puzzled.

Rong Ling, what are you doing in Qian

He replied to her quietly, "We can finish it faster if we do it together!"

That is to say, he's helping her! She was a little taken aback, her jaw almost dropped, her earlobes flushed with a faint pink, she mumbled shyly: "This...isn't quite right!" In reality, she was secretly delighted in her heart.

He gave her a cold glance, and she immediately stopped talking, knowing when to back down. She lowered her head and began frantically scribbling in her language practice book!

Then, after he swiftly finished his calculations, he naturally filled in the answers according to what he had written. Even the English quiz was handled by him. In other words, while she was struggling with literature, some smart and infuriating man helped her solve all the other subjects.

A certain woman lazily stretched, then shamelessly smirked at a certain man: "Rong Ling, you're so good!"

...didn't forget to add my two cents!

The man glanced at her and asked, "Can we sleep now!"

She nodded and then let out a small sigh.

The man simply reached out and lifted her up, carrying her toward the bedroom.

She rubbed her face against his chest, finding a more comfortable sleeping position. Within two minutes, she was fast asleep. Her sleeping face was serene and beautiful. The man in the darkness stared intently at her small face, starting to reflect a little, wondering if he should maybe hold back on... that sort of thing!

...First published by Xiao Xiang Academy....

The button-down shirt had popped several buttons from yesterday's tugging. Luckily, all the buttons were eventually found. Lin Meng detoured to a small supermarket on her way home from school to buy a sewing kit. She roughly finished today's homework and then sat down on the sofa, carefully sewing each button back on.

Rong Ling got back home a little late today. She looked up at the big clock hanging in the living room, it was almost 11 o'clock, and she couldn't help but frown. But if he wasn't coming back, he should have called her, so she wasn't too worried. Then as she thought of him, he arrived. The door card swished open, then closed again. She was delighted, put down her cardigan, and ran out to meet him with a smile.

“Welcome back!”

He took off his shoes at the entrance, walked closer, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead. He asked softly, "Wait for me!"

Her face flushed, she neither nodded nor shook her head.

He went back to his bedroom, seeming a bit impatient as he tugged at his tie. His handsome face had a hint of redness, probably from the alcohol. She followed him excitedly, and seeing this, immediately stepped forward and extended her small hand. "I'll do it!"

He relaxed his grip, plopping down on the edge of the bed. He half-closed his eyes, letting her fiddle with his tie and hands playfully. She smelled amazing, not like perfume, but a faint, almost hypnotic scent. He knew she never wore perfume, so this must be her natural aroma. He reached out and gently hugged her waist, leaning his face against her shoulder. It felt so good.

She pushed him, and with much effort finally loosened his tie. She then wrinkled her nose and sniffed all over him like a little dog. Her adorable little head bobbed back and forth before him, melting his heart.

"What's wrong!"

She giggled, scrunched up her nose, and looked at him with watery eyes, shaking her head. “You reek of alcohol!”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, then slowly stretched a smile. "Don't like it" There was a sinister feeling to it!

So, she blushed again.

"That's it, I'm done!" she huffed softly, pulling her hand away from his and patting her bottom as if to leave. But he suddenly reached out and grabbed her, jerking her small body back into his arms. Then with a swift move, he lay down, pinning her to the bed, and lowering his head, quickly sealed her lips with his.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her slightly parted red lips immediately invaded by a rich scent of alcohol. There was a hint of spice, and... it seemed to have a touch of sweetness as well. After the initial stiffness, her body slowly softened, helplessly surrendering to his kiss. His kiss was gentle and tender, unlike the suddenness of his previous move, more like a friendly greeting. Perhaps because of the alcohol on his lips, she felt a little dizzy, as if drunk.

When he left, her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, her eyes drunk with a hazy allure. Her face held a semblance of both intoxication and bewilderment. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he gently squeezed her cheek, savoring the triumph of a successful prank.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

Then she left on her own. She came to her senses and, feeling ashamed, pulled the blanket over herself. Then, remembering the little cardigan on the sofa, she got out of bed and went towards it.

He emerged from the bathroom and saw her in the living room, bending over a piece of clothing. The sight of her delicate hands holding a needle startled him. He walked over and sat beside her, unable to resist pulling her into his arms. She naturally struggled slightly, but it was futile; she couldn't escape him. Helplessly, her face flushed red as she nestled in his embrace. He rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, lowering his gaze to watch her youthful fingers deftly maneuver the fine embroidery needle, watching it skillfully pass between the fabric and buttons of the garment.

This way, being held by him made her feel embarrassed. She had nothing to say and intended to break this awkward silence.

"The button fell off, so I sewed it back on," she explained softly.

He hummed in response, asking nothing more. He simply held her close. The warmth of his breath landed on half her face, making her ears feel hot and her embarrassment grow even deeper.

"Are you thirsty I'll get you something to drink, okay" He wanted to escape like this, holding her, she felt like a big baby!

But he replied to her, "No need. This is fine!"

Pretty good! What's good

She pouted, turning a bright red. She could only force herself to concentrate on the needlework. Speaking of which, she had to blame the man behind her. If he hadn't been so reckless, her clothes wouldn't have ended up like this!

She pouted softly, but then suddenly heard him whisper in her ear, "I have to go out of the country tomorrow for about three or four days!"

"Ouch!" Her heart skipped a beat, she gasped softly, but accidentally pricked herself with the needle. Crimson blood immediately oozed from the puncture, and she quickly reached out to put her fingertip in her mouth, gently sucking on it.

He leaned against her, watching, and couldn't help but frown.

When she drew her fingers out, the tips were no longer bleeding. She let out a soft "Oh," indicating that she heard, but instantly, her mood plummeted!

After buttoning up, the two lay down in bed, but it was still quiet. The night could be said to end like this. She, however, couldn't sleep well.

People are so strange. When he wants her, she unconsciously complains a little; but when he doesn't want her, she feels empty. He said he's going abroad for several days and leaving tomorrow afternoon, so shouldn't they do something He...he treated her like that last time he went back to city B! This time...how come...

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She couldn't help but despise herself inwardly, feeling that she was becoming more and more degenerate and abnormal. What was even worse was that today, she had actually tried very hard at school to finish her homework so that she wouldn't have to do as much when she got back...

Lin Meng, you idiot!

She scolded herself inwardly, but she couldn't help but nudge closer to him, reaching out and wrapping her arms around one of his.

He suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, a flash of brilliance, then closed them again.

And she, of course, saw nothing.

The next day, she didn't know if she had just run into bad luck. She was walking peacefully on campus when suddenly a football came flying out of nowhere and hit her.There were cries and shouts as the football whizzed towards her. She turned around, but as it hurtled towards her, her mind went blank, and she seemed to be in slow motion!

Then, my head was hit with a "buzz" and my left cheek burned.

A strange boy ran over with an apologetic face. He apologized again and again, asking her if she was okay. She wanted to say she was fine, that everything was alright, but as soon as she shook her head a few times, her headache started, and her vision went dark, as if the world had suddenly turned black. Then, there was a diagnosis of "mild concussion"!

“Just go back and rest for a day,” the doctor instructed, and she was sent back in a daze. The apologetic young man insisted on sending her home, but she refused. The young man’s guilt almost made him kneel down to beg her, and she couldn't push him away any longer, so she had to go with him. Fortunately, Su Xue was there too, so it should be fine.

Then, they went back to their apartment building together. When she opened the door, she was stunned to see a pair of men's leather shoes in the hallway! She hadn't expected him to be home! She wanted to chase him away, but it was too late. The unexpectedly enthusiastic boy had already slithered into the house like an eel, kicked off his sneakers, and said with a grin, "Lin Meng, let me help you, take your shoes off!"

Suddenly, a person dashed out of the living room!

Tall and handsome, backlit, he had an aura that seemed to command respect, leaving the three people standing in the entryway speechless.ed her heartache as she watched him whip for a while, guessing that he had vented a lot of anger, before finally stepping forward to persuade him."Alright, alright, stop fighting! This isn't the time...