After rebirth, the ascetic Mr. Li stepped down from the altar for me

Even after repeated defeats.

She also has to fight again and again.

Be patient when dealing with Li Yehan.

Just like what Li Yehan did to her back then.

She breathed shallowly, and the beautiful scenery rose and fell with her breathing.

The light shone unscrupulously on her beautiful face.

Extraordinarily seductive.

"Can you have some face?"

Li Yehan raised his eyebrows coldly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Qiao Mian continued to hold his neck, tiptoeing, and gently kissed his earlobe, "What kind of face do I want in front of you?"

At this moment, Li Yehan suddenly felt a strong electric current penetrating his heart.

My lower abdomen tightened involuntarily.

The woman in front of her looked like a goblin who was raping her bones and sucking her marrow.

He is always ready to pull people down from the swamp of desire.

The woman's other hand moved downwards silently.

Before she reached the edge of danger, he suddenly shuddered and grabbed her restless wrist without hesitation, gritting his teeth, "Qiao Mian, I'm not interested."

Qiao Mian frowned dissatisfied, her whole body looked particularly delicate, "You obviously have a reaction to me and have been holding it back. Aren't you afraid of causing internal injuries?"

next second.

He easily carried her on his right shoulder.

One hand held her waist, and the other hand opened the door directly.

Qiao Mian struggled, but to no avail.

Walking straight to the sofa, the man threw her directly.

The next second, he walked straight towards the bathroom.

With a click, the door closed.

Qiao Mian sighed in frustration and slowly sat up.

The blush on his face became heavier and heavier.

She didn't get him, but she got herself in.

Turning her head, she looked at the full-length mirror next to her.

The woman in the mirror has fair skin, beauty, and a superior figure.

She really didn't know how Li Yehan could hold it back again and again.

If she hadn't felt his reaction, she would have really suspected that he needed to see an andrology department.

……

Li Yehan took a full two hours in the shower.

Qiao Mian has been playing Honor of Kings on her mobile phone.

He was wearing the white silk home clothes. When he returned to the room, Qiao Mian happened to win another game.

The bathroom behind him was filled with water vapor.

The faint scent of camellia bath bubbles is scattered throughout the room.

His hair was blown to a semi-dry state and was not combed.

The broken hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyelids.

He lost some of his coldness.

Her slender and perfect figure made the extremely ordinary home clothes look extremely expensive.

How could Qiao Mian not know what he had done inside.

"You don't have to have a ready-made wife. You insist... Do you think you are weird?"

She curled her lips ambiguously and stepped towards him.

The long and slender index finger moved ambiguous circles on his abdominal muscles through the fabric.

The simplest touch lit a fire on Li Yehan.

"Qiao Mian, girls, you must know how to respect yourself and love yourself."

He was still filled with a cold sense of abstinence.

Like a god sitting quietly on a high platform, looking down at her.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed her away without hesitation and sat on the sofa.

The voice is like the biting north wind in winter, "I'll sleep on the sofa, and you'll sleep on the bed."

Once again, Qiao Mian's frustration grew stronger.

She drooped her head and straddled him like an injured kitten.

She gently pulled his collar with both hands and complained, "If you don't want to sleep on a bed, what kind of sofa will you sleep on?"