President, please spoil me!

He pecked her lips, his voice was hoarse as if water seeped out, "It's all right, huh?"

These words are like soliciting, but not so soliciting.

After all, she hurt her "body and mind" on this matter last time, and her fragile mind may cause her to be apathetic. Although judging from her current reaction, it is basically certain that she is not indifferent, but in the end she still has some concerns, and she can't act like this. Usually so wanton.

She looked into his eyes, took one look, but didn't dare to look again, her face was half buried in the quilt, and she complained, "You...don't hurt me again."

"Ah."

…………

After the first time, Xing Hua hugged the quilt and rested with half-closed eyes for an unknown amount of time. When she gained some strength, she got up lazily and was about to take a bath. It was not very comfortable.

However, before her feet landed, a strong arm encircled her waist from behind and pulled her back. In the blink of an eye, she found herself trapped under the man again.

The cover on her body was torn away casually, Huo Sicheng pinched her chin and kissed her wantonly, and even more easily separated her legs, sank in again, moved a few times before saying something in a low voice ,"Again."

"..."

When Xing Hua heard these words, she was almost soft under his body, and she was not surprised at all... Doing it once can't satisfy him, after all, it's been half a month.

The hearty love was even more unrestrained than the first scene.

If it is said that he still had control over his mind at the beginning, then as he progressed to the end, his reason was thrown out of the blue, and he did whatever he wanted, making Xing Wei always in a trance and feeling that he was being penetrated fiercely again and again.

No more strength, completely paralyzed.

The air was quiet and humid, and the continuous crying and begging just now finally turned into lazy and long undulating breathing.

Huo Sicheng half leaned against the head of the bed, half closed his eyes and squinted, and looked down at the woman's hair scattered on the pillow for a while. The half covered ears were still thin, and the charming color stretched all the way to his cheeks.

The white shoulders are very beautiful, and the shape of the bones is comparable to that of a model. The glaring dark hickeys give this beauty a kind of ravaged fragility, and give birth to a thin and downcast beauty, which is so decadent that it makes people fall. .

This is Xing Hua's usual posture after Huan Ai.

Lazy and unrepentant, flamboyant and beautiful.

It's like degenerating into a demon, only greedy for the joy of this sound, and everything else is meaningless.

Huo Sicheng stared at the woman's eyelashes, which were so fine and thin that they formed a shallow fan. Suddenly, a large part of his heart was vacant, as if a certain city wall collapsed abruptly, followed by his whole body collapsed.

Xing Hua.

He remembered that when he heard this name for the first time, he automatically had the most superficial explanation: beautiful people are picturesque.

Not every pair of beautiful skins can be called picturesque.

The satiated body made the nerves in his body relax, and he floated aimlessly. For a moment, he finally thought of a question that he had never thought about.

If she can never remember the past, will there be no Xing Hua from before?

A drop of ink fell into a bowl of water, and the ink drifted away, scattered in the water in strands, and the cold emotion appeared sharply like this.

Huo Sicheng withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, opened them and turned to look out the window.

He opened the drawer casually, took out a cigarette and a lighter from inside, lit it deftly with his slender fingers, and sent it between his thin lips. In an instant, the smoke dispersed.

The tired woman wrinkled her nose and climbed onto his chest, "Hold me."

He lowered his head, with a shallow arc on his lips, and wrapped his arms around her.

"Xing Hua," a hoarse voice suddenly sounded after the silence.

Xing Hua imitated him and hummed lazily, snatching the cigarette from his hand, squinting his eyes and smoking in style.

Huo Sicheng looked at her profile, "Do you want to remember the past?"