Zhong Lingyu was like a cat with fried fur, a pair of eyes washed by tears, bright and alert.
Shen Huaizhou lay on her body, held her cheek and kissed her gently.
Follow the eyes, nose tip, lips, and slowly slide to the base of the ears.
That piece of skin is so tender that it turns pink when touched lightly.
He chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Why are you so easy to bully? I really want to pin you down on the bed..."
It's like a romantic whisper between lovers, but it's actually a dirty talk that makes people blush and make their hearts beat.
Zhong Lingyu felt ashamed and angry.
She moved away, but he refused to let her go and continued to threaten and molest her.
Shen Huaizhou was dissatisfied with her indifference and deliberately provoked her.
Zhong Lingyu gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Huaizhou, you are dirty!"
Shen Huaizhou laughed in a low voice, "If the woman I like is disheveled under me, no man will be obscene unless he is impotent."
"vulgar!"
"Well, I'm vulgar and vulgar. Hasn't Miss Zhong already felt it deeply?"
Shen Huaizhou laughed loudly.
Zhong Lingyu angrily picked up a pillow and hit him. He missed it, but was held down by him instead.
But he did nothing.
He just grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her gently, then hugged her and fell asleep.
Either out of habit or because she couldn't break away, Zhong Lingyu let him hold her waist tightly.
The back of her neck felt his gradually steady and moist breath.
Gradually, she also fell asleep.
This time, I slept until evening.
When Zhong Lingyu woke up, there was no one beside the bed.
There was only a pair of brand new clothes, neatly folded and placed on the bedside.
She got dressed, went downstairs, and soon heard a crisp and rhythmic sound.
That was the sound of a knife hitting the chopping board.
Zhong Lingyu walked over to the source of the sound and stood outside the kitchen.
Shen Huaizhou had his back to her and an apron hanging on his body.
The apron was not very suitable, but it still could not hide his masculine appearance.
When he was working seriously, his eyebrows were very focused.
He has lost his usual fierceness and unruliness, and is somewhat gentle and gentle like a noble man.
"come over!"
At this time, Shen Huaizhou turned around and waved to her.
He seemed to have noticed her coming down a long time ago, and his expression was very natural.
Zhong Lingyu gathered his clothes and asked, "What are you doing?"
"The vegetables are all cut, you come and cook." He took off his apron.
Zhong Lingyu looked over.
The dishes on the plate are arranged neatly.
Flaky and thin, silky and slender.
It can be seen that he has good knife skills and must be able to cook.
She said lazily, "Just do it."
"I want to eat Ling Yu's cooking." Shen Huaizhou kissed her forehead.
Then he put the apron on her.
On the apron, there is still the fragrance of Shen Huaizhou's soap, a refreshing fragrance, mixed with the faint bitter taste of tobacco.
Zhong Lingyu had no choice but to go into the kitchen and cook the ingredients prepared by Shen Huaizhou one by one.
The troublesome thing about cooking is the preparation process. Stir-frying and frying are not troublesome.
Half an hour later, two dishes and one soup were ready.
Shen Huaizhou ate next to her, and he gave her a piece of meat.
Zhong Lingyu looked disgusted, "I don't want to eat it, it's too boring!"
"You are too picky about food, that's why you are so skinny." Shen Huaizhou squeezed her waist.
Her waist was slender and soft, and could be pinched with two hands.
When they were on the bed, he held her waist, not daring to use too much force for fear of breaking it.
Shen Huaizhou wanted to raise her to be beautiful and beautiful.
He was half threatening, half coaxing her to eat more.
Zhong Lingyu looked reluctant, but he didn't dare to disobey her too much.
She had a lot left after all.
Shen Huaizhou didn't dislike it and ate all her leftovers.
Still not satisfied, he licked his lips and praised: "It's delicious!"
His lips were shiny, and when he said this, he was somewhat ambiguous.
Zhong Lingyu's face turned red. She stood up and said, "I'm going home."
Shen Huaizhou pulled her to sit on his lap, held her close, "Stay with me for one night."
"I don't!"
Shen Huaizhou picked her up and walked upstairs. As he walked, he whispered in her ear: "I'm going out of town tomorrow. I may not see you for more than a month. Please be good tonight."
He was ambiguous and straightforward, not hiding the lust in his eyes.
Zhong Lingyu looked panicked.
But before she could say anything about her resistance, he pushed her down on the sofa in the room and kissed her passionately.
There was no light in the room, only the moonlight filtered through the window lattice, dispelling the darkness.
There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.
There were messy piles of clothes on the floor.
A light pink suspender top and black pants are connected together.
Her thin white calves were held up by his thin and narrow waist by his broad and rough hands.
Shen Huaizhou let out a muffled sigh from his chest.
The fine sweat on his forehead slid down to his chin, and drops fell on the soft pink body beneath him.
The rough breathing continued, and was gradually covered by the woman's silvery sobs and low moans.
Zhong Lingyu's voice became hoarse.
Shen Huaizhou didn't know he was satisfied and led her into a state of sinking that lasted until late at night.
Zhong Lingyu fell limply on Shen Huaizhou's chest, biting his shoulder with anger and bleeding.
Shen Huaizhou didn't stop her, he liked her leaving marks on him.
After he took her to take a bath, he hugged her and lay down on the bed.
Before going to bed, Zhong Lingyu asked sleepily: "Did you send someone to put Yan Xiangrong's brother in prison?"
Shen Huaizhou responded lazily, nuzzling her cheek with the tip of his nose, and gradually fell asleep.
