100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 524 Visiting the Golden Gate

The little girl was already a little scared, stiffening in his arms, her eyes wide open, filled with misty tears, as if if he went any further, her tears would fall.

"I don't know." Her voice was soft, muffled, and trembling at the end.

Mingjia is the kind of person with very clear and firm goals; he won't hesitate or struggle for too long about what he wants or doesn't want.

His palm pressed against her slender waist, the tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a frighteningly dangerous look.

He gently pinched her chin with his fingertips.

"Uncle Ming, I... I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?" His fingertip was already pressed against her blushing red lips. "I, um." She was forced to take his fingertip into her mouth.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears. The little girl had never experienced anything like this before; she couldn't withstand any abuse at all, like a delicate, pure-colored camellia, so incredibly tender.

"Ming, um, Uncle Ming."

That's how small animals are; when they're scared, they beg the stronger one to let them go.

All I got in return was…

Her back was forced against the edge of the desk, her small hands hung limply at her sides, beautiful and fragile little tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, her face was flushed, and her eyelashes trembled nervously.

He was no longer satisfied with just scratching the surface.

The tip of the tongue has also become excessive.

His large hand, supporting the back of her neck, gently rubbed it soothingly and then pressed down softly.

She clenched her little fists instantly, let out a soft whimper, and tears streamed down her face.

The aura of Mingjiaye was like the most majestic and pristine white snow, yet it was so fierce that there was nowhere to escape.

He didn't even need to say anything to make the innocent little child in his arms cry like this, softly letting him bully her.

Release her tongue.

He gently wiped away the little girl's tears with his fingertips.

The little girl seemed not to have recovered yet; her beautiful brown eyes still held a lingering sense of bewilderment and absent-mindedness, making her look delicate and endearing.

Even after she calmed down and came to her senses, she didn't scold him. Instead, she was embarrassed like a young girl in love, and avoided looking at him.

He liked the child's reaction and gently pulled him into his arms: "Will you bite again?"

She shook her head, her hand gripping the man's sleeve tightly. She seemed somewhat dependent and clingy.

The dark green energy was too fierce; she couldn't walk now, she was too weak.

He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. The icy pressure was gone, replaced by tenderness in his eyes and brows: "You can bite me alone."

Politicians are always like this; they even dissect and crush romance, hiding it in every crooked corner of their words.

She lowered her head and buried herself in his arms without saying a word.

Suddenly, a cool, thin piece was placed in my palm.

Jin Huan was stunned for a moment, then realized it was a bank card.

Her face was still flushed, and her dazed look made her even more adorable and innocent. She glanced at Ming Jia with some confusion, as if asking him why he had given her a bank card.

"How about Huanhuan manages my salary card from now on?"

She was 18, not 8, so she naturally understood what it meant for a man to hand over his salary card. She gently bit her lip, then secretly clenched it a little, and nodded proudly, if you ignored her slightly nervous, trembling eyelashes and her ears that were almost bleeding red.

Mingjia smiled slightly.

He was certainly not short of money. The Ming family had been famously wealthy for over a century, renowned throughout the land as a wealthy merchant family. If it weren't for his maternal grandfather's firm stance, insisting that his only son pursue a career in government, he might not be the one sitting in this position right now.

After they established a relationship, his attitude towards her changed; before, it was more like an elder's appreciation for a younger person.

Now, however, there's a greater sense of possessiveness and ambiguity from men towards women.

His sudden approach made her even more nervous.

Amid the chaos, all that could be heard was him say, "Good boy/girl."

She trembled slightly, but the man's arms tightened around her even more.