Zhou Yang's extremely bold and gentle manner made Ye Yingning almost unable to resist his enthusiasm.

A handful of love fire has completely burned her to death.

The sky outside the window was dim, and the white light reflected by the snow shone in through the curtains, making the entire bedroom full of hazy.

Compared with the stern and coldness between heaven and earth, there is another hot scene above the big bed.

Ye Yingning grabbed Zhou Yang's short hair almost unconsciously with her hands. She looked like a drowning person. She finally grabbed the driftwood who was surviving and refused to let go if she died.

He was persistent and even stubbornly buried his head in her fragrant flower valley, like a kitten drinking water, "sucking" and stirring his flexible tongue quickly, flying and flipping, focusing with a bit of piety.

"Don't lick there..."

She was almost dizzy and her brain could not think. The air in her chest suddenly seemed to have been completely pulled away and she could not breathe. Ye Yingning tried to push Zhou Yang's head away, but he seemed to have a super power. No matter how he moved, the tip of his tongue could stick to her flower grains, licking and licking.

Faced with her undestructive resistance, Zhou Yang pretended to be humming: "No, I like this little Tang Dou that can be soft and hard..."

The love words of the bone made Ye Yingning’s cheeks hot, her arms hung down weakly, and Zhou Yang pressed them on his waist half-forced, allowing her to hug him.

He vigorously spread her legs wider, and with the glimmer of light, he could fully appreciate the beauty that was so close to him.

His fingers slid across the tender and smooth little by little, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "So small, so pink..."

The bright red flower valley is full of water, and a small pearl stands upright among the petals, as if it is urgently needed to be loved by others.

The delicate face was full of love and confusion. Ye Yingning closed his eyes slightly, his slender neck was stretched straight, his head was raised up, and he shook his head involuntarily, and murmured: "Don't look at me... don't say..."

She was begging him, at her most vulnerable moment.

The clam shell had long been shattered. She stripped off her hard coat, revealing her delicate and vulnerable inner body, completely surrendering to him.

Zhou Yang let go of his hand and supported his tall body. During his movements, he cast a shadow, which inadvertently covered most of the beautiful and charming faces of women.

He reached out and gently grabbed Ye Yingning's jaw, rubbed his delicate skin very greedily, and said word by word: "Ningning, I want you to be unable to live without me."

It is like a threat or an oath. In a word, there are too many emotions that are unaware of.

Before she could respond, Zhou Yang had already bent down and blocked her lips vigorously. She wanted to struggle and twist, but her body was pressed firmly, and she could not avoid his barbaric invasion at all.

She kissed Ye Yingning's lips like punishment. She even felt the pain. While opening her lips and exclaiming pain, a tongue pushed in, zipping and provoking her soft mouth, licking, sucking and sucking back and forth.

She whimpered, shook her head and wanted to refuse, and finally, the moment before she was suffocating, her lips loosened and he let her go.

“So sweet.”

Zhou Yang licked his lips evilly, and wanted to make this gentle man become as irritable as a wild beast. He lowered his eyes to look at the woman gasping under him, and met her misty eyes and her already rosy and swollen lips.

"Answer me, will you leave me?"

He seemed to be in a bad mood and always jumped like this gap. His mother's words echoed in his mind like a spell, over and over again.

If you can't give her what she wants, including the ambition and greed behind her family, then sooner or later she will leave you and become a woman of another man.

As long as you think about this possibility, Zhou Yang will be on the verge of collapse.

Ye Yingning was panting in a hurry. He was stunned when he heard this, lifted up his eyelids and looked at Zhou Yang who seemed to be angry. He didn't understand what was wrong with him.

He didn't tell me what happened during his trip to Nanping, and she had no idea.

"What’s wrong with you?"

She asked carefully, for fear of angering this husband who was in a state of uncertainty, but he stopped talking, just lowered his head, opened his mouth and put it into one side of her chest, and held the other big hand and rubbed it hard.

"Um..."

The sharp numbness and itch like a needle made her sobb and choke from her throat. The pain mixed with severe stimulation made her arch her waist uncontrollably, as if she wanted to take the initiative to give herself to him and push forward.

"If I had a lot of money, if I could make you so happy every night, wouldn't you hide anything from me and be my wife obediently?"

Zhou Yang suddenly looked up, his eyes as if covered with mist, looking at Ye Yingning in dismay.

She seemed to float in the sky, and his voice seemed to be far and near in his ears. This question sounded so strange and inappropriate at this moment. However, Ye Yingning knew almost nothing.

"Zhou Yang..."

She moaned in pain with something in her throat. She couldn't bear such a strong and rough slutty. Her pink chest was completely red and swollen, stained with his saliva, and was dripping with water, beautiful and lewd.

"Answer me, answer me!"

He made a ruthless move, and his big hand squeezed her pink tip, forcing her to tremble heavily.

"I, I am your wife..."

Ye Yingning closed her eyes in destiny. The beginning and end of this marriage were not decided by her and Zhou Yang. The two were arranged to go on a blind date or get married, and even if they wanted to get divorced, they could not decide on it themselves.

That is related to organizational approval, her reputation, his future, and the future of the Ye family and Xie family.

Her answer was actually something that was not the question.

However, Zhou Yang seemed to be conquered by ** at this moment and lost his usual thinking ability. He could hardly hear the flaws in her words. Instead, he slid his palm down along her beautiful curve and once again into her irresistible legs, and continued to gently tweet the little pearls raised between the petals.

Ye Yingning couldn't help but gasp violently, trying to avoid it, but he had successfully found the wet crack, and joy flashed in his eyes, and said softly: "It's even more..."

Before he could say the last word, he could no longer control it and squeezed in along the wet liquid.

He tried to tentatively first, then leave, then go a little deeper, and then leave. Until her petiteness no longer resisted completely, he buried all his long fingers with confidence and began to slap slowly and slightly.

The crystal clear and sweet juice poured on his hand, and slowly flowed along his fingers, falling on the silk sheets beneath him.

After a few days of disagreement, the satisfaction that had spread to her body like a tide. She trembled slightly, and her heart was filled with despair and cold desire.

That feeling is like a small bag of inferior candies I received during the Spring Festival every year in an orphanage.

It is sweet, sweet and disgusting, but it still makes the young children unable to resist the sweet temptation and secretly stuff it into their mouths one by one, just for that moment of happiness.
Chapter completed!