“If you’re going to punish me, make it practical,” she raised her lips, her hand slipping into his pants, pulling out his neatly tucked shirt. Her fingertips lightly pinched a sensitive spot on his waist, whispering: “Possess. Me.”
Jiang Dongling was already struggling. Her pinch made him let out a muffled groan, his eyes reddening. Afraid of losing his resolve, he quickly turned away, his tone stiff: “No.”
“Fine, then find someone else to help me right now,” Chen Jing said.
“Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?” Jiang Dongling gritted his teeth. “Qin Guoer, don’t push me.”
Chen Jing moved her hand up, laughing: “What can you do? I’m going to push you today.”
Her hand roamed freely on his back. Jiang Dongling’s breathing instantly became heavy, his gaze dark. Unable to hold back any longer, he lowered his head and kissed her neck, breathing heavily.
Moments later—
Jiang Dongling suddenly turned over, covering his face and lying face down on the bed, trembling with anger. It was the first time he had been so embarrassed, especially in front of the woman he loved most.
He was going crazy!
Chen Jing tried to comfort him, holding back her laughter: “It’s normal for men the first time. Don’t be angry.”
Jiang Dongling: “…” Now he was even more angry.
He took a deep breath and pressed her down again: “Let’s try again.”
He was determined to wash away his previous shame!
Chen Jing laughed and kissed him.
The atmosphere in the room rose again, emotions deepening.
Fortunately, he only failed once. After tasting success, he became incredibly excited, entangling her again and again, almost wanting to die in her embrace…
