Damn it——!

Ximen Longting suddenly turned over, pressing Jing Jiaren tightly under him, and a kiss like a storm swept over her.

The hot breath surrounded her, and his body was as hard as hot iron.

And outside the window, there was also a violent and chaotic beating...

Jing Jiaren hooked his neck with one hand and slowly responded to his kiss.

He bit her lip bitterly and refused to let go.

The passionate kiss burned each other.

The last trace of oxygen in Jing Jiaren's chest was squeezed out, and her slender body was pressed under his hot body.

The way he pressed was very skillful. He didn't stick to her tightly like usual. Instead, he used his strong arms to gain strength so as not to press her body or put weight on her.

She took a moment to breathe, but didn't wait for the next step.

"Ximen Longting..."

Her body trembled slightly.

She couldn't stand the smell of his male scent...

"What are you waiting for?" Her hands carelessly stroked his hair, her voice soft.

Ximen Longting suddenly stood up and let go of her.

The confused atmosphere left.

Jing Jiaren was puzzled and saw him reentering the bathroom very quickly, and the sound of water could be heard from inside.

Jing Jiaren pulled the quilt and slowly sat up. What on earth was he doing? He must be so narrow-minded!

The cold water rushes down on this cold day in January.

Ximen Longting's passionate passion could not be extinguished.

Damn! Damn woman! Damn!

He stood on his back under the shower head, letting the cold water hit him.

The cold water seemed to have warmth as soon as it touched his hot body... just like Jing Jiaren's hands.

Her hands gently caressed his chest, arms, thin waist, and slender legs.

Every part of his body was surrounded by her.

He thought of her kissing the tattoo on his chest, her warm breath and her charming voice:

[Ximen Longting, this is for my gunshot wound.]

She kissed all the way down, kissing the large and small wounds on his body.

She knew the location of every injury.

He also told her the origin of those scars...

[Ximen Longting, you are also injured here...]

Her fingers caressed the wound on his inner thigh, scraping back and forth.

Ximen Longting's breath became more and more intense...

…

Jing Jiaren was lying on the big bed waiting. He had been rushing for an hour and still didn't come out, but she was gradually getting sleepy.

I want to get up and knock on the door to remind him——

Then I thought about it, maybe he stayed in there intentionally to avoid her coming out?

Jing Jiaren turned over, and in her sleepiness, she heard the bathroom door finally open.

She opened her eyes in confusion and saw that Ximen Longting was all wet, his only underwear was soaked by the water, and his strong body was dripping with water.

As he walked forward, the water flowed to the ground, bringing with it a damp smell.

There was no light in the room, and the light in the bathroom shone through, and his backlit eyes stared at Jing Jiaren like a wolf.

She asked confusedly: "It's been taking you so long... and you still haven't slept yet?"

"You go to bed first."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"My hair is not dry." His voice was hoarse, as if he had a bad cold.

Jing Jiaren thought about it and took a look at the situation. He had already opened the bedroom door and left. Her eyelids were heavy. This awkward and stingy man, let him do whatever he wants!

With Ximen Longting's personality, he won't be able to stand it for a few days!
Chapter completed!