Mr. He’s Daily Affections

What greeted me was a **** face covered with sweat.

Seeing her open her eyes, the man hooked the corner of his lips and lowered his head to **** **** her lips: "Wake up?"

Gu Zhixi looked at him blankly, his mind chaotic.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the man's bare chest, covered with ambiguous marks, and then down, their bodies were intertwined and inseparable.

"You..." She finally understood what was going on, blushing and shuddering angrily, "He Jingyao! You..."

"Hush..." he said, leaning over again to block her lips, hooking her knees with both hands, forcing her to lean closer to him, and then hitting hard, she couldn't help whispering. sound.

"Let me go, He... Uh..."

She tried to struggle, but the man's movements gradually became intense, blocking all her complaints and struggles in her throat.

In this rhythm, she gradually lost her mind, and her body seemed to be out of his control, and she could only let this man wantonly act...

...

I don't know how long it took, Zhi Xi opened her eyes again.

The light in the room was soft, and she moved a little. The soreness all over her body made her wrinkle uncontrollably, especially from the waist down. It was still sore, and it took a long time before she finally became conscious.

This experience has really gone for a long time.

She stared at the beautiful chandelier on the ceiling and smiled bitterly for a long time.

She didn't expect that one day He Jingyao would do such a despicable thing, and would even trick her into drinking that glass of wine...

Why have you forgotten her since then, just lie to her?

Thinking of this, her heart was sour for a while, and the taste was really complicated.

She took a deep breath and sat up holding the quilt.

At the end of the line of sight, He Jingyao casually put on a nightgown, facing her, sitting on the sofa.

He held a goblet in his hand, shaking it gently, but did not drink it. His eyes fell on her, with a satiated taste, and the slightly raised lips showed a bit of ambiguity, like What is aftertaste.

Gu Zhixi shuddered gently, anger and shame, so he stared at him fiercely: "He Jingyao!"

He laughed, put the glass down and got up and walked towards her.

The tall figure of the man and the arbitrary smile are a bit aggressive, which makes her involuntarily afraid.

She wrapped herself tightly under the quilt, subconsciously rubbed her back, leaning against the head of the bed, only showing a pair of angry eyes.

He smiled slightly and leaned over on both sides of her body. This pose almost enveloped her in his arms.

The man's breath fell on her face.

Zhi Xi was tight all over, clutching the quilt with both hands, and said coldly, "Mr. Hee, please give me an explanation!"

"Explain? Well, I'm lost to you." He smiled lowly and reached up to raise her jaw. "So what? What are you going to do?"

Gu Zhixi was stunned. She looked at him incredulously: "You... do you think I can't treat you?"

"No, I believe Miss Gu, you are not what you are today." His black eyes were firmly locked on her face, and the tone was meaningful. "If I did such a thing to my wife, she really couldn't put it How about me, but Miss Gu is different, eh?"