Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1523
He looked at her with deep eyes.

Han Yurou looks more like Yao Zhi, but her eyes, nose and Han Yun really look alike.

Han Yurou couldn't find any excuse anymore, she bit her lip tightly, almost bleeding from the bite.

In the ear, suddenly fell into silence.

The sound of the rain outside hits my ears, bit by bit, like beating on my heart.

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

The four eyes met, and the air was full of the smell of gunpowder.

In the end, Han Yurou lowered her voice: "Where do you do it?"

"I don't want to move, I'm very tired, so I'm right here!"

After saying a word, Rong Jincheng was ready to be choked by her, but she didn't show any emotional change, she just nodded: "Okay."

Sure enough, obedience, very obedience.

Han Yurou's fingers landed on the buttons of her clothes.

Rong Jincheng, on the other hand, didn't move at all, with a faint smile: "As I said, I'm tired and too lazy to move. So, this time, you do it yourself."

As soon as Han Yurou's hand stopped, an indescribable meaning permeated through her limbs, as if a knife was twisting in her heart, lest her heart still beat.

However, her heart was already dead.

Rong Jincheng's eyes were full of sharp gazes.

After a long time—

Han Yurou began to take off her clothes, one by one.

But Rong Jincheng really didn't make any movements from the beginning to the end, his eyes were fixed on her from beginning to end.

Until almost—

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

"Ah!" Han Yurou was caught off guard, slipped and fell into his arms, knocking her head on his chin.

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

His clothes are still in good condition, and she... formed a sharp contrast with 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's strength was extremely strong, as if he was going to crush her, and his eyes were full of compelling indifference, like sharp swords.

"Is Miss Han so impatient? Or do you really want me to want you?"

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, her eyes were as indifferent as water: "I just keep my promise."

"Oh, I'm forgetful. What promise is there? Say it again."

"Rong Jincheng!"

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

Han Yurou was completely irritated by him, her eyes were red and cold, when she looked at him like a lion with its hair blown, her heart was cold.

She can't bark.

Rong Jincheng saw the anger in her eyes, smiled, squeezed her face, and moved closer to her.

"She's really a little girl who can't hide her emotions. 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 she gave it to him, he wouldn't say another word.

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

Han Yurou clenched her lips.

In front of Rong Jincheng, she has no dignity.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word: "If you need anything, I'll be here for you."

"And then? For what?"

"Don't go too far."

"Yo, is this going to blow your hair? This is not okay, I will be angry." Rong Jincheng looked at her like a devil, and his voice was even more like a devil.

His hands acted wildly and cleverly.

As early as the first day he slept with Han Yurou, he, a master flirt, figured out her.

(End of this chapter)