Chapter 298 Be Good

"Don't……"

Su Xiangwan shuddered all over, and wrapped his arms around his neck stiffly.

Mu Beiting arched his back and breathed a little harder.

The gloomy sight fell on the woman's snow-white skin, and the eyes ignited inch by inch of light and dark fire.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck, brushing away a few strands of hair that were in the way.

What a fucking scent!

The faint fragrance of jasmine on her body, like a deadly poppy, crawled over every inch of his skin, screaming like fire in his body, and boiling like blood.

Thin sweat oozes from his forehead, and he can't help it.

She stretched out her hand to stop her, her voice was tearful: "Don't..."

He ignored her, grabbed her little hand, inserted his big hand between her fingers, and pressed it against her ear.

Kissing the delicate collarbone, she said in a hoarse voice, "It's late."

The next moment.

Before she could take precautions, he completely occupied her body.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes were stained with tears: "Woo...it hurts..."

*

He sighed comfortably.

He lowered his head and kissed her teardrops lightly, and the delicate kiss fell on her earlobe again, biting and licking and coaxing: "Be good."

The beast inside was like a wild horse running wild.

After an unknown amount of time, she curled up limply in his arms.

The temperature in the room was scorchingly hot, and the air was filled with a strong and charming smell.

The sweat of the two sticks together, but he likes it indescribably. .

His big hand gently stroked her fragrant shoulders, with some aftertaste.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the rare woman in his arms, and said lazily, "Again?"

"don't want!"

Su Xiangwan's whole body froze, and he hurriedly objected.

But the voice was soft and sticky in his ears, like unmelted honey, with sweet bubbles still bubbling in the jar.

He laughed lowly, and stretched out his long arms to hug her to him.

She pressed against his chest and whispered: "Don't make trouble, you still have injuries!"

Su Xiangwan was a little anxious.

He looked directly at her with dark eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips lazily: "Distressed?"

Su Xiangwan avoided his gaze unnaturally, pulled the quilt between her and his chest, bit her lip and remained silent.

But he was addicted to teasing her, rubbing her back repeatedly with his big hands, as if a piercing current flowed through her.

She was silent, and he was a little dissatisfied.

Pulling away the quilt that was in the way, gently pinched her delicate chin, and said in a deep voice, "Speak."

"Don't..." Su Xiangwan pursed his lips, opened his hand and remained silent.

He raised his eyebrows, tapped his fingertips on the groove of her buttocks: "I want to listen to you."

Su Xiangwan grabbed his troublesome big hand and leaned her small face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and still remained silent.

"Huh?" There was a touch of danger in his voice, and his knees were slightly arched.

Su Xiangwan's face was so red that it was almost dripping water, he bit his lip, and sighed softly.

With drooping eyes, he said softly, "Well, my heart hurts."

A faint breath fell on his chest, and his whole body froze.

She said she felt distressed, as if she wanted his life!

Damn, I can't take it anymore.

After the words fell, he turned over and pressed her under him again.

Mu Beiting tossed her hard, his eyes turned red.

A few drops of sweat dripped from the hair on her forehead, and fell on her snow-white body, turning into pieces of crystal clear.

Su Xiangwan was crying intermittently, as if being thrown into the clouds.

After the initial pain passed, it became extremely stimulating and refreshing.

Until the middle of the night, the room still echoed with intermittent whimpers and begging for mercy.

"Woo...don't...Mu Beiting...let go of me! Bastard!"

"Well...I...don't..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."