Wen Nian was obviously in a room with a constant temperature, feeling cold and trembling all over.
She brews the storm.
One second, two seconds...until ten seconds later, Cheng Yansheng clasped her arm, picked her up, and covered her mouth with pressure.
Kissing while walking.
He kissed her hard, suffocating her, and threatening to drive her to death.
Wen Nian's lips ached.
Two tears squeezed out of his eyes and seeped down his face into the gap between the lips that connected with each other.
Cheng Yansheng tasted a hint of salty taste and opened his eyes.
The woman looked hurt, and her eyes were filled with depression.
He stretched out his hand to touch her eyelids and asked her to close her eyes: "Close your eyes."
The man's lips were tossing and biting, only to be replaced by gentle pecks.
Wen Nian knew that he was just asking her to control her emotions so that she wouldn't be too awkward and uncomfortable later. He just wanted to have a better experience.
"Let me catch my breath."
Cheng Yansheng gave her two seconds before blocking her again.
The cold teeth bit her lips, and he nibbled playfully, then loosened them.
Wen Nian was so aroused that his whole body felt hot and his heartbeat increased.
A man's own charm is enough to make a woman fall in love with him. She even temporarily forgets the pain he inflicts and tries to cater to him.
This is Cheng Yansheng's ability.
In some ways, he can bring a dead fish back to life.
The hand holding his back disappeared at some point, and a deep shadow shrouded his head.
Wen Nian's blurred eyes were filled with the man's handsome face. The corners of his lips were curved, and a successful smile was waving on his lips.
"I……"
"Do not talk."
Her fingers nervously clasped the sheets underneath her, just like she did every time before.
Hot breath sprayed on his neck, and Wen Nian shrank with itchiness.
The man grabbed her neck and kissed her without any prelude.
Cheng Yansheng only had three senses left in his mind. He looked at the woman from a distance of less than five centimeters. Her red lips were slightly opened, her eyes were slightly closed, and her lips were as red as ripe cherries.
She was slightly swollen from his kiss, exuding fatal temptation.
The lanugo hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, which was even more annoying.
He brought his mouth to her and kissed her gently.
Wen Nian's breathing worsened.
Suddenly he opened his eyes: "Yan, Cheng Yansheng?"
Her voice was breathless.
He smiled evilly: "It's me, what's wrong?"
Cheng Yansheng put his fingers under her clothes, and Wen Nian felt the coolness of his skin. His eyes showed fear and horror. He coaxed her in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, I won't eat you."
He had to admit that he loved her like this the most.
Soft and scared.
He stretched out his hand, waiting for her to curl up into his arms like she always did.
But surprisingly.
This time Wen Nian bit her lips tightly, and she didn't even move at all when her lower lip was bleeding.
Cheng Yansheng saw a sudden flash of cruelty in his eyes, and he lowered his head and bit her.
The bite on the back of her ear made her scalp numb with pain.
"Why are you so unconscious now? Is there any man out there who is better than me in martial arts?"
Wen Nian was dazed at first, but this bite completely woke her up. The deep sense of shame spread throughout her body like a dose of anesthetic, making her unable to move from head to toe.
Cheng Yansheng took out his hand and straightened her face.
If she didn't open her eyes, he forced her to open them.
The four eyes faced each other, one was full of numbness, the other was full of hatred.
"You suddenly want to divorce me, and the quarrel is so big. Wen Nian, do you really think I'm stupid?"
Cheng Yansheng knew how much she had licked him and how much she had begged for his love.
