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

"Sikong..." At this time, Zi Zhu found that he could not say anything other than calling him by his name.

Sikong Jingqiu was shocked by her soft voice, reached out his hand to her waist and abdomen, touched a scar that had already formed a scar, and couldn't help pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist, The scorching heat suddenly rushed into her body.

"It hurts..." Unable to adapt to such a sudden invasion, Zi Zhu frowned in pain, and the fingers pinching Sikong Jingqiu's arms sank deeply into his flesh.

"I'm sorry..." Sikong Jingqiu lowered his head, kissed her on the lips, and said with a flushed face, "Hey, bear with me, I'll take my time next time..."

After finishing speaking, he held her buttocks, and slammed into the depths of her soul forcefully and deeply...

The refreshing morning light, the hot sweat mixed together, the rapid panting, and the soft moaning are intertwined, making people blush and heartbeat...

The sturdy male body kept entangled with the pink and delicate body below him, preventing her from escaping.

A slender white arm stretched out and clung to Sikong Jingqiu's arm, as if wanting to hook him closer, but also as if wanting to push away the oppressor.

"Hmm...don't...be gentle..." Zi Zhu couldn't bear such violent passion, so she softly begged for mercy.

"Poor Haiyue..." Sikong Jingqiu leaned over and pressed against her ear, breathing slightly hurried breath on her neck, making her whole body tremble and become hot.

Zi Zhu closed her eyes tightly, her skin as white as jade was stained with a layer of powder, fine sweat trembled on her long eyelashes following Sikong Jingqiu's movements.

This kind of picture evoked the turbulent tide of emotion that Sikong Jingqiu had suppressed in his chest for three years. While he was brutally possessing her, his gentle and cherished kiss fell on her smooth forehead, thin eyebrows, and tightly closed lips in admiration. , slightly trembling eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and...red lips...

Everything is as beautiful as in memory.

But...she suddenly and heartlessly left three years ago...leaving him alone...

Thinking of this, Sikong Jingqiu couldn't help being annoyed, he suddenly advanced, forcefully pushing himself into her depths!

"Ah!" Zi Zhu's brows were wrinkled by his actions, and a soft moan escaped from her red lips.

Realizing that his actions were too rude, Sikong Jingqiu slowed down his eager actions, and kissed her forehead with apology and a little compassion.

He welcomes any expression of Haiyue under him.

But in the past, every time they happened, Haiyue was always very depressed, as if she was hiding a lot of guilt towards someone... Unlike now, she only sees him alone, she devotes herself wholeheartedly, and only sees him. He, just follow him, dancing wildly in passion...

Du Yunyan died three years ago.

So now, and even every day in the future, Haiyue belongs to him, and there will be no more attempts to distract her...

Thinking of this, Sikong Jingqiu couldn't help speeding up again, tumbling and entangled with her...

After the passion was over, Sikong Jingqiu caressed the back of the person curled up in his arms, lowered his head and bit Zi Zhu's cherry lips punishingly, and then asked, "Why are you not dead?"

In his voice, there was a lot of doubt and worry, worried that the person in his arms was just a wisp of soul, which would disappear if he was not careful——

After all, three years ago, he watched her being cremated in the crematorium.