out of sync love

Seeing Tang Hechuan's face, Su Mian lost control of herself.

Irreversible, dead end.

Su Mian felt that she was probably dying, or going crazy, to dare to have such a real and wanton dream.

Tang Hechuan was standing so close, and under his damn expensive leather shoes was a puddle of bodily fluids, dissolute, unbearable, uncontrollably dripping and increasing, those bodily fluids.

The knees that are unconscious have a touch of silk caressing. They don't know the temperature, but they also know that they are terribly dirty.

It's good to die like this, Su Mian thought.

In the next second, the chains were untied, and he fell into a warm place. His face was held up by one hand. The strength was too soft and safe, which was in line with all the imaginations of radiant light, and he was extremely happy.

Then a voice said, "Su Mian, look at me."

Flying flowers and falling snow brought him back to reality in a second.

It wasn't someone else, it wasn't a dream, all the numb wounds tingled loudly at the same time, Su Mian's eyes that couldn't focus widened, the pain was so painful that she could no longer shed tears.

Tang Hechuan carried the comatose person to the VIP room, and put a thick towel on the side of the big bath before carefully putting him into the pool with a moderate temperature.

There were new welts on Su Mian's abdomen, back and buttocks, and it looked extraordinarily red after soaking in water.

Tang Hechuan frowned sullenly, and leaned forward with his shirt sleeves rolled up to wipe his waist and legs. The man who was soundly asleep suddenly let out a soft snort.

Amid the sound of splashing water, Tang Hechuan's white shirt was completely wet.

Su Mian was unconscious, she stirred her legs in the warm water, but her upper body hugged Tang Hechuan's neck, and pressed her face against Tang Hechuan's neck, whimpering softly, clinging like a kitten in heat.

What the fuck?

Zhou Si forgot to tell Tang Hechuan that the effect of Su Mian's medicine will last at least one more round, and there is no way to solve this thing, it has to be satisfied before and after.

Tang Hechuan was stunned when he was thrown into his arms suddenly. The kid was so restless that he couldn't continue cleaning, so he had to wrap his arms around his waist and hug him out first.

Su Mian tightened her grip almost reflexively, and got entangled. She didn't know where the strength came from her waist and legs, and she curled up on Tang Hechuan's waist feeling sticky.

This time it was completely wet.

Mr. Tang said what the hell, holding his soft and slippery buttocks in his hands, he had to hold on tightly and then up and down a few times to hold the person who kept moving. The wet, hot and sticky humming sounded like he was urging him to die. , Who the hell can bear this.

Tang Mao was waiting outside the bathroom, but when he saw his boss hurrying out with someone in his arms, he was so frightened that he quickly backed out with his head down.

Zhou Si was worrying outside the door, and met Tang Mao face to face, and the two of them suddenly had a tacit understanding.

"One hour?" Zhou Si probed.

Tang Mao crossed his arms and looked at him, "Who are you looking down on?"