The sound of bangs came across several courtyards, and it sounded more desolate and long.
It was already five o'clock in the morning.
Meili blinked her eyes.
The wick of the candle was soaked in melted wax oil, and the little fluorescent light like a bean seemed to be extinguished at any time.
She lay motionless, and even if she fell asleep, he still held her in a completely possessive manner, and his warmth came from the chest close to her shoulder, which was really warm.
Even though the man holding her arms was Jingxuan, she still felt warm.
She laughed silently, but in fact this was all she wanted.
A man willing to marry her, a home, he could do it if she couldn't sleep and someone could hug her at night.
She shouldn't expect too much.
As for the future, even if her ancestors let her marry someone else, when she grows old, what will be left for her will be lonely and lonely nights.
His arm moved, probably numbed by her pillow.
She turned her back to him and moved some distance away.
Even though he was warm, sleeping in his arms still made her tired because she couldn't fully cling to him.
He suddenly twisted her with his other hand.
Under the dim candlelight, his cold eyes were bright.
Maybe she was not the only one who couldn't sleep at night.
"What are you thinking about?"
He sneered, his laughter a little hoarse.
She shook her head.
In fact, she really didn't think about anything.
She was just used to being careful about screaming at night and suppressing sleepiness.
"I don't want to say it."
He half stood up, looked at her with squinted eyes, and pursed his lips in an unhappy arc.
She lowered her eyelashes, not wanting to explain.
His hands grasped her slender waist again, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
From his hot palms, she already knew his intentions, and her eyes closed subconsciously.
He squeezed his hands together like punishment, and it hurt.
Yes, I also remembered.
He kissed her, as if he wanted to suck her in.
She opened her eyes obediently, but there was no him in those misty eyes.
He hated it, and bit her soft and plump breast carefully.
The sharp pain made her moan softly.
His hands kneaded it, but the pain was hot.
She had a faint reaction, and her lower abdomen contracted.
Several times, the sticky and hot fluids he left in her body gushed out, making her feel dirty and uncomfortable.
He also felt it when he touched it with his hand.
He sneered and casually pulled the white silk prepared under the pillow and wiped it carelessly a few times.
The coolness on the silk made her shiver slightly.
He noticed that, The subtle trembling on the white and delicate skin made him aroused even more.
He couldn't help but touch it with a teasing meaning, and she trembled slightly.
He was good at dealing with people.
Except for the first time, he didn't make her feel any pain or discomfort, and he also let her experience the taste of sex.
Maybe he was still new to her body, so she wasn't surprised to stay up all night like this.
After he used his hands to make her extremely sensitive, just entering at the right time made her tense up fiercely, twitching to reach bliss.
He was not impatient, and pushed into her deepest part to fill her, enjoying her tightness. entangled.
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When she relaxed slightly, he launched a violent attack.
Her trembling plumpness, undulating hair, and tight slim legs on his arms all drove him crazy.
Her immersed expression, half-opened eyes, and long, curved eyelashes all fascinated him deeply.
However, he could not help but think that Yonghe had also seen such a sweet body with such a charming girl.
Yonghyuk also tasted it He even wondered with disgust whether she, who was moaning under him, had responded enthusiastically to Yonghe.
Anger and jealousy made him become manic and rough, and his possession was immediately mixed with desire.
Her moans began to be rapid and sharp, and her inner body became more moist and tight, which actually doubled his feelings.
When he met the bliss she brought him to the limit, his mood was incomprehensible and confusing.
The silence after her sweet voice made him feel so empty that he almost wanted to grab her throat and squeeze out sweet words of love, one sentence at a time.
All she could give him were confused and empty eyes and suppressed breathing.
But even with her like this, he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms He lay on top of her, unable to bear to withdraw from the remaining heat in her.
He felt pathetic once again.
If he had hugged her like this two years ago when she was the only one in her heart, he would have turned over and collapsed, the coldness of his body spreading into his heart.
He closed his eyes, and the charming smiling face that he had deliberately forgotten appeared in his heart very clearly.
If he could, he was willing to trade the most precious thing for her to show him such a bright smile again.
He knew the result, but he still couldn't help but open his eyes and look at her in his arms.
The enthusiasm had faded, and she was still lying stiffly in his arms, her eyes looking at the bed curtain.
She was not sleeping, and he had already discovered that she could not be there.
She fell asleep in his arms only after he left, huddled alone on the back of the bed and fell asleep with an uneasy expression.
She makes his heart ache helplessly, and he can't even hate her: