Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

His hand that was caressing Haiyue's collarbone went around the back of her neck, held the back of Haiyue's head, and pressed her heavily against him. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand, poked in from the hem of Haiyue's shirt, and buttoned it. Tighten her waist, and gently squeeze her waist, and the two bodies are tightly pressed together.

Haiyue didn't know how things would develop in this direction, her mind went blank, she stood there straight, letting Sikong Jingqiu manipulate her, she didn't even know when the medicine box in her hand was taken away.

Shouldn't Sikong Jingqiu be very angry and ask her what happened today, why...

As if blaming Haiyue for not being serious and distracted when she was kissed by him, Sikong Jingqiu turned her around, with a slightly rough movement, and pressed her onto the sofa, a burst of hunger and thirst kisses.

Haiyue was so kissed by him that she had no strength to resist, so she could only lie limply on the sofa like this, and was completely demanded by Sikong Jingqiu to kiss her.

Sikong Jingqiu usually looks gentle and elegant, but when he kisses someone, he never hesitates and is full of domineering.

Haiyue lost all her ability to think, and all the frank words she had prepared for a long time were thrown away, and she could only dance with Sikong Jingqiu's kiss in a daze...

In a trance, Haiyue felt that Sikong Jingqiu's kiss gradually became lighter, and began to move slowly on her body.

First the forehead, then eyebrows, followed by the bridge of the nose, then the cheeks, and then slid down her neck and down her half-exposed smooth and tender shoulders... Finally, it slowly moved down to her collarbone and lingered repeatedly, Sucking hard, imprinted red marks one after another on it, with the determination not to give up until the marks left by Du Yunyan were completely covered...

His increasing force made Haiyue a little hurt, and she became a little clearer. She frowned and looked at the person with her head buried in her chest, "Master Sikong?"

Sikong Jingqiu didn't respond to her, and continued to plant "strawberries" one after another on Haiyue's body.

After a long while, Sikong Jingqiu finally felt that enough was enough, the marks he left had completely covered Du Yunyan's, he bit open the buttons on her shirt with his teeth, and kissed the tender white skin on her chest.

While unbuttoning Haiyue's clothes, Sikong Jingqiu's hands didn't rest, he got in from the hem of the clothes, moved slowly over the exquisite and delicate body, got into her chest, and searched for her most sensitive part. One point, very skillful stroking...

Under the invasion of Sikong Jingqiu Menglang, the numb feeling flooded in like a tide, swallowing all of Haiyue's senses.The raw and tender Haiyue is not his opponent at all, she can't resist, and she doesn't want to resist...

Why……

Sikong Jingqiu...why didn't he ask?

Why be so forgiving?

Haiyue looked bewilderedly at the person lying on top of her, her chest was filled with guilt surging up, and mist gathered in her eye sockets uncontrollably, slowly blurring her eyes.

Haiyue closed her eyes, her heart throbbed because of his indifference, stronger than the next...

Sensing Haiyue's inattention, Sikong Jingqiu stopped all movements, raised his head, and looked at her with eyes full of lust like ink, his voice was hoarse and deep, revealing a hint of it that one would not be able to detect if one didn't listen carefully. Out of anger: "What are you thinking?"

Haiyue breathed hard, suppressed the soreness in her throat, and shook her head desperately.