Han Yurou couldn't find any excuse anymore, she bit her lip tightly, almost biting blood. [No pop-ups. 】

Suddenly, there was silence.

The sound of the rain outside is in my ears, bit by bit, like a knock on my heart.

Rong Jincheng stared at her closely, his eyes were bloodshot red.

Looking at each other, the air smelled of gunpowder.

In the end, Han Yurou lowered her voice: "Where to do it." ”

"Master doesn't want to move, I'm tired, it's here!"

In a word, Rong Jincheng was ready to be choked by her, but she didn't have any emotional changes, just nodded: "Okay." ”

Sure enough, it was obedient, very submissive.

Han Yurou's fingers fell on the buttons of her clothes, and she began to undo them.

Rong Jincheng didn't make the slightest movement, and seemed to be smiling: "I said, I'm tired and too lazy to move." So, this time you come on your own. ”

Han Yurou's hand stopped, and there was an indescribable meaning permeating her limbs, as if there was a knife twisting in her heart, lest her heart could still beat.

However, her heart is already dead.

Rong Jincheng's eyes were all sharp.

After a long time—

Han Yurou began to undress, one by one.

And Rong Jincheng really didn't make any movement from beginning to end, a pair of eyes stared at her body, from beginning to end.

Until she undressed almost as quickly as she could, and prepared the last two buttons of her shirt—

Rong Jincheng suddenly clasped her wrist with his backhand, with great force!

"Ahh Han Yurou was caught off guard, her feet slipped, and she fell into his arms, her head hitting his chin.

Not allowing her to resist anything, Rong Jincheng clasped her waist and clasped it tightly.

His clothes were still well dressed, and she, almost naked, was in stark contrast to him, and also formed a strong sense of shame.

Her little hand pressed against his chest, so she didn't let herself slide down.

Rong Jincheng was extremely strong, as if he was going to crush her, and his eyes were full of indifference, like a sharp sword.

"Miss Han is so impatient? Or do you miss me so much? ”

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, her eyes were as indifferent as water: "I'm just fulfilling my promise." ”

"Oh, I'm forgetful, what a promise, say it again."

"Rong Jincheng!"

"Don't call me by my name, I don't like to hear it, call me Jincheng, call."

Han Yurou was completely enraged by him, her eyes were red and cold, and when she looked at him, she was like a fried lion, and her heart was cold.

She couldn't have screamed.

Rong Jincheng saw that her eyes were angry, smiled, pinched her face, and approached her.

"It's really a little woman who can't hide her emotions, and all expressions are written on her face, which is not good."

"Can we start?" Han Yurou didn't want to talk to him, all he wanted was her body, and if he gave it to him, he wouldn't say anything more.

"I'll let you say it again, what promise, say."

Han Yurou bit her lips.

In front of Rong Jincheng, she has no dignity.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word: "If you have any needs, I am on call." ”

"And then? Do? ”

"Don't go too far."

"Yo, that's a blast? This is not good, the master will be angry. Rong Jincheng looked at her like a demon, and his voice was even more demonic.

His hand reached under her bottoms, and he was clever in his ways.

As early as the first day of sleeping with Han Yurou, he, a ** master, figured out every sensitive point on her body.