President, please spoil me!

In such an intimate hugging position, the distance between the two of them is so close, one can imagine that when he spoke, his breath was sprayed on her face, there was a kind of slightly hot smell, and the handsome face was even more sexy.

Xing Hua controlled her breathing without even blinking her eyes. She didn't know whether she was asking the man or herself and repeated, "I should...how do you feel?"

Huo Sicheng looked at her with a very indifferent expression, with a rather casual gesture, but he didn't say a word.

She got it.

This is not a question to be answered.

Maybe it's a woman's innate intuition, maybe it's because of her unique sensitivity, he asked this question because he wanted to hear what she said...

Just listening to other people's stories about the Xing family's affairs can make her fall into a deep nightmare, which means that the things burned in her bones have not disappeared along with the lost memories.

What is taboo is still taboo, and what is feared is even more feared than before.

Then to him—

She loves him, and all the information she got after waking up is like this. She used to love him very much, so much that she loved him no matter the cost or by any means.

Since it was this kind of love, then the first time she woke up and saw him should still be, love.

At least like it.

She had already forgotten whether she really liked this person very much at that time. The most massive and obvious feeling was indeed just loneliness, bewilderment, and loss, drowning out everything else.

The slight change of expression on her face fell into his eyes, and he smiled coldly, "Why don't you talk?"

"I... I don't remember... Ah!"

The finger that was kneading her leg suddenly sank into it. Xing Hua was stimulated, and suddenly bent down, and his hand reflexively wanted to push his hand away and take it out.

How could she be able to match the strength of a man.

Xing Hua curled up in his arms, tightly clutching the man's clothes, looked up at her, and gritted her teeth, "Don't be like this..."

"Which way?" He squinted his eyes, deliberately doing evil with his fingers, but there was a calm smile on his face.

"Huo Sicheng..."

She called his name, except for repeating "no" over and over again, and didn't know how to stop him, Huo Sicheng looked at her half-pained and half-unbearable face, lowered his head to touch her, and rolled his thin lips against her delicate and soft cheeks on, "Do you like me?"

"I like it." She closed her eyes and said softly.

"Then take your hand away, you've already slept with me, just touching it."

"..."

"It hurts..." She panted softly.

"Are you sure it's pain, not itching?" With these words, his lips pressed against her ear, and his breath made her body tense even more.

She bit her lip and said nothing.

"If you like it, it doesn't matter if it hurts or itches."

"How could you do this," she said with grievances and accusations, but in the end it was limp and powerless.

His lips rubbed against her ears and face intentionally or unintentionally, like a continuous and delicate kiss, "Why can't I do this," the deep hoarse voice pressed against her skin, "That's why you like me so much? Xing Hua , you are a liar."

He bit her lip, and moved his fingers wantonly.

Xing Hua almost broke down and cried out, but before the voice broke through her throat, it was blocked by the man's sharp kiss. He kissed her deeply without any skill, with a deep and unreasonable feeling. Anger set off a huge wave in her body.

The more intense sensory shocks constantly challenged her bottom line, and when she endured it until she finally couldn't bear it, her mind was attacked and covered by white light, and she only felt that she was thrown into the peak of the waves, and then Slowly fall back to the ground.

Even so, she was still trembling in his arms to the point of convulsions, biting her lips to keep from sobbing.

Before she regained her composure, Huo Sicheng quickly picked her up again, walked to the bed with long legs, put the woman in his hand on it, and tore it off. Her slender and strong body covered it with a bath towel, and she kissed her indiscriminately.

Even if Xing Hua vaguely guessed the answer he wanted to hear, he never expected it...

He was obviously pissed off.

why? !

While twisting her body like a loach to dodge, she pushed his shoulder and said, "No... no, husband, let me go... calm down..."

With a pain in her wrist, both of her hands were pressed on top of her head by the man, and she couldn't move anymore.

His eyes were a little red, "I want to do it now."

"It hurts there."

"Will you give it or not." When he said this, his tone was extremely cold.

"I'm injured!"

"How many times do you want me to ask?" The indifference almost turned into coldness.

Xing Hua's tears were about to fall due to grievance, and she asked in tears, "Would it be useful for me to say no?"

He himself doesn't know how strong and domineering he is. Just now she kept saying no, is it useful? He really wants to vent, so he doesn't care whether she will give it or not.

The tense atmosphere that seemed to be on the verge of breaking out briefly eased for a few seconds, Huo Sicheng smiled abruptly, and said, "If you really don't want to give it that much, then I just don't want it."

After all, he really propped up his body to get up.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and felt that he was getting angrier, so she reached out and grabbed his arm.

He stopped his movements and smiled softly, "I said yes, but you yelled that it hurts, I want to leave, and you pulled me again, what do you want..."

Before he could say the words, Xing Hua wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, and threw his soft naked body into his arms, "I like you, don't be angry..."

Huo Sicheng kissed her back, wrapped his arm around her waist, untied the belt around her waist with the other hand, and easily sent himself inside.

She burst into tears, and gasped in pain.

Looking up, the blurred vision can't even make out what the chandelier on the ceiling looks like.

After a while, the man's deep voice became gentle again, "Does it hurt, huh?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tears were shed desperately, and she could cry out of her mouth, so she could only silently bite her head.

The haze that was entrenched in his heart finally calmed down a little, and he was no longer so violent that he couldn't control himself.

He bowed his head, patiently kissed away the tears on her face one by one, and said in a low voice, "Cry if you want to cry, don't hold back."

"Why do you..." She was confused and entangled in pain, she only said intermittently, "Why did you treat me like this, don't you...don't feel sorry for me at all?"

distressed?

He looked at the tears stained on her eyelashes, and kissed her face again, his eyes became dazed as he dangled, his thin lips stretched to the corners of her lips, and whispered lightly and intimately, "But, I like this feeling."