"You're so heavy, come down quickly!" An Yan said with a flushed face while quickly pulling off the clothes that had been pushed up to her neck.

Mucheng frowned tightly, hugging An Yan's back tightly with his separated legs, breathing low and rapid as if he had not yet calmed down from the excitement in his dream.

"Hey, come down quickly!" An Yan looked at him and felt like she was about to cry. The thin casual pants couldn't ignore the hard squeeze somewhere, and the cold ejaculation made her unable to resist.

Do you understand what happened?

"Good boy, don't be afraid, let me hold you for a while." Mucheng lay on her body and breathed heavily, caressing her soft face with his big hands, comforting her in a low voice. His body was tense and uncomfortable, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

It wasn't relieved by such a tight hug - on the contrary, the feeling that was about to explode was stuck in the middle, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" An Yan lay still and didn't dare to move. After a while, his expression seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable, and the sweat beads on his forehead became more and more dense - it was so uncomfortable.

? Could it be that something is wrong with you?

"An Yan, do you understand this?" Mucheng asked in a low voice.

An Yan shook her head in panic.

"I was dreaming just now. If I didn't wake up, I would probably have solved the problem in my dream. Now I'm hanging here and can't get out. You have to help me." Mucheng said breathlessly.

"You didn't go in, why can't you get out!" An Yan rested his head on her shoulder to prevent him from seeing how embarrassed she was now.

"Then can you let me in?" Mucheng endured the discomfort in his body and couldn't help but chuckle while leaning on her body.

"No!" An Yan objected subconsciously and blurted out. After feeling him tightening against her, she had no choice but to whisper softly into his ear: "It can't happen now, I'm not ready yet."

"Idiot, I know." Mucheng shook his head and felt so uncomfortable that he leaned over and bit her lips hard, then gasped and said, "Give me your hand."

"Huh? Are your hands numb?" An Yan retracted his hand to his side in alarm.

Mucheng said no more, grabbed her hand and pushed it down!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" When her soft little hand touched that sexy thing, An Yan screamed in fright. She kept retracting her hand, but he held it tightly.

There, I couldn't move at all.

"Be good, that's it. It'll be fine in a while." Mucheng felt that if he hadn't been hung up to this level and called like this, he would have lost all interest at all - this woman is such a habit.

The master who can put out fires!

"I, I, what do I want to do?" An Yan's hand shook slightly, and he clenched it into a fist and refused to let go.

"You don't have to do anything, just let go of your hand and give it to me." Mucheng, sweating profusely, leaned against her ear, half-coaxing, half-cheating, and half-forced to open her hand, which had already become tight.

A piece of burning heat was sent in, and after letting out a long breath, it accelerated uncontrollably.

"My hand, my hand..." An Yan closed her eyes, with a cry in her voice.

"Be good, it'll be ready soon." Mucheng controlled her hand with one hand and supported it on the bed with the other. The rhythm became as wild as a storm: "Hold tighter, tighter..."

As if his words were a command, An Yan subconsciously tightened his grip. Suddenly he heard an uncontrollable low roar, and a searing heat spread from his palms. His whole body seemed to be extremely comfortable, and he stopped all his movements, feeling comfortable.

He lay on top of her.

"Mucheng, are you ready?" An Yan felt that his hands were sticky and uncomfortable, but he didn't know whether to let go.

"Thank you, I'll help you wash it later." Mucheng gasped, holding her hand and never letting go, and naturally she didn't dare to move.

It wasn't until he took a breath and calmed down that he gently turned over from her body and said in a low voice to her: "I'm going to take a shower first, and I'll come over to help you clean it later."

"Yeah." An Yan lowered her eyes and didn't look at him. After hearing his leaving steps, she suddenly sat up from the bed - lifted the quilt and saw that her hands and pants were all sticky.

Something weird.

How disgusting!

An Yan quickly pulled the quilt and wiped her hands clean, then took her clothes and rushed to the guest room to take a shower - waiting for him to help her wash her hands? She didn't have the nerve yet.

…

When An Yan came back after changing his clothes, Mucheng had already tidied up the room. The air-conditioning quilt and bed sheets were all replaced with clean ones. However, the curtains were not opened, and the room was still filled with a strong smell of decay.

An Yan couldn't help but blush. She looked at Mucheng looking at her with a half-smile, and immediately turned around.

"An Yan, I didn't mean it." Mucheng took a step forward, pulled her into his arms from behind the quilt, rubbed his chin on her neck and said lowly: "If you are not ready, I will not force you.

your."

"Thank you." An Yan leaned stiffly in his arms - after being so intimate just now, she just felt uncomfortable when facing him again.

I should really thank Su Ho last night. If it hadn't been for her call, something even more embarrassing might have happened. Thinking of this, An Yan's face was as hot as a fever.

"Don't go to the company this morning. Let's rest at home, okay?" Mucheng's lips gently kissed her exposed neck, and his low voice was sexy and seductive.

"No, we agreed to go to Jin International every morning to watch the press conference." An Yan dodged slightly, but the tingling feeling after being kissed by him instantly spread to the whole body: "Mu

City, let’s, let’s go out.”

"Okay." Mucheng responded lightly, but did not move his lips away. He changed from sucking lightly to nibbling lightly, as if there was a virgin land waiting for him to cultivate, thin and dense.

The infinite tenderness made her limp and gasping for air.

"Mucheng, if you really want it, do it tonight, not now." An Yan swallowed hard and bit her lower lip heavily, worried that she would moan out loud.

"Okay." Mucheng seemed to have been waiting for her decision, so after waiting, Wen Chun quickly moved away from her neck, narrowing his eyes and looking at the bruises and bruises he had made on her delicate neck.

, smiled proudly - he was not asking her for the right to be a husband at all, he just wanted to create these marks on her neck!

Jin Ziyang?

Just stop trying to trick my wife!

"I'll take you to the company, and I'll pick you up at noon." Mucheng's voice was hoarse and ambiguous, with a strong sexy flavor. Coupled with what An Yan just said, it made her heart beat wildly!

"Then let's go." An Yan nodded hurriedly and walked out as if running away. In his panic, he almost hit the door frame.
Chapter completed!