Yuan Yung didn’t expect him to kiss her at this mont, and the kiss was extrely lingering, as if he had been longing for this mont for a long ti.
Three years, five years, or ten years—
All at once, everything was in chaos.
Yuan Yung couldn’t muster the strength to push him away, and not only that, she was held even tighter by him, almost unable to breathe!
Huo Junting felt the girl was too enticing; he had initially intended just a light kiss, but unexpectedly it beca uncontrollable. He wanted more, increasingly greedy—
Wishing he could ld her into his very bones, kiss her till the world’s end.
Yuan Yung’s tongue felt numb from the sucking, her whole body weak and powerless, as if in urgent need of so outlet, yet she didn’t know what to do, only able to hold onto the man’s waist tightly.
Little did she suspect that such an action was another form of encouragent and allure to the man.
Everything seed like a natural progression, born from the heart. Held by him, the girl’s body was soft and full, exuding a fruity fragrance. He had lived like a monk, having thought long ago he didn’t need to vent in certain aspects, only now reality slapped him in the face.
It’s not about not needing, but that the person wasn’t right, which left him disinterested. Rather than endure sothing disgusting, it was better not to do it.
But at this mont, he was completely unable to control himself; she was too tempting.
Yuan Yung wasn’t sure what was happening, only aware that when she fully regained her senses, she was already pressed under the man on the bed, and the clothes she had been tidying up were scattered on the ground, while the man was ready to undress her—
She was scared out of her wits, reaching out to stop him, "Wait, wait." They shouldn’t be like this, this was wrong.
At such tis, what man could suppress his temper, asking with reddened eyes: "What’s wrong now?"
The tone was rather like an annoyed elder scolding a junior, extrely impatient.
Yuan Yung’s initially heated heart turned cold instantly, the haze in her eyes disappearing. She struggled to get up, clearly indicating she was unwilling!
Who is Huo Junting!
When a woman is unwilling, he has no need to use force, even if he was enduring considerable pain now.
He snorted coldly at her, inexplicably said: "Little ingrate."
Yuan Yung didn’t quite understand what he ant and was about to ask, but then there was a knock on the door at the door, sowhat urgent, followed by Sister-in-law Zhang’s voice saying: "Sir, Miss Ye is here."
"Alright, let her wait."
At this mont, the man had retreated from the girl’s body, standing by the bedside arranging his clothes, without glancing at the girl still lying on the bed.
Yuan Yung thought, if she didn’t speak to call him, he should likely walk straight out as if nothing happened.
But she wanted to know who this Miss Ye was?
She only knew one person with the surna Ye...
"Brother, can you tell who Miss Ye is?" Yuan Yung got up without looking at the man, just stared at the wall and asked.
Huo Junting did not turn to answer, he closed his eyes for a while, and said: "An old acquaintance of yours, want to see? If you want to see, tidy up your clothes and co down."
"...Clothes?"
Only then did Yuan Yung realize her clothes had been unbuttoned by the man, her bra clearly visible.
She was angry, cursing him silently, feeling uncomfortable yet helplessly buttoning up her shirt, preparing to go downstairs to et the "old acquaintance."
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