Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

All the experience about love between men and women came from him. She thought she was a very good student, and she used what she had learned to infer other things from one example, but she didn't know that the skills she had learned were still superficial and superficial.

Her slender waist was held by big hands, and her delicate body was forced against the huge rock, imprisoned in his embrace.

Presumptuous kisses fell like raindrops, and she groaned softly, unable to move.

The pain in the ankle gradually disappeared.

Xia Qing closed her eyes in peace of mind, allowing him to explore and attack, a faint smile appeared on her red lips, even though she felt that Jun Kui's big palm moved up quietly, penetrated into her clothes, and grasped the soft tenderness on her chest. The abundance, and there is no intention to stop it. [

Xia Qing, admit it, you will never escape this time.

With such awareness, the mood is calm.

The hot sensory feast unfolded head-on, she trembled slightly, but she also looked forward to the skin-to-skin contact inexplicably, and strange ripples spread in the bottom of her heart. The feeling of certainty made her vaguely know that the surprise of this night was still to come. It's not just about reuniting with loved ones.

"Let's go home and drive back in a flying car, okay!" He asked for her opinion ambiguously, but with an unquestionable insistence.

It's really not the best place.

She smiled, more beautiful and moving than the elves wandering in the mountain forest at night, "My foot is sprained and I can't walk anymore."

"I'll hold you." He whispered, biting her ear.

"Carry him all the way to the parking lot? Wait until you get out of the car, and then carry him home?" She asked innocently, pretending not to understand what he meant.

"Well, it's okay to hug until the end of this life." He is willing to accept this, and regards it as the sweetest little pleasure.

"Okay then." Xia Qing closed her eyes lightly, resting her small hands on his neck softly, entrusting her weight completely on him with An Xin.

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If it was really a speeding car, Jun Kui drove it himself, and the people who used to follow him disappeared without a trace.

Xia Qing sits obliquely behind the back seat, and what she happens to be able to see is Jun Kui's focused profile while driving. His outline is so calm that it is almost ruthless. From her perspective, perhaps she can get closer to his heart infinitely .

Sensing her concerned gaze, Jun Kui glanced over with a puzzled look, "Are your feet still hurting?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Xia Qing shook her head.

"When I go back later, it's better to apply some anti-inflammatory and blood stasis medicine." Otherwise, he was worried that it would swell up again tomorrow morning.

"Wipe it for me." She pushed all the troubles to him without hesitation.

"Okay." Jun Qi smiled and agreed gently.

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In the middle of the night in the imperial capital, there is still a lot of traffic, and the car array is like a stream, forming a long sea of ​​lights.

The scenery on the side of the road changed from familiar to unfamiliar, and then became deja vu.

Xia Qing's complexion gradually turned cold, she had already arrived here, how could she fail to recognize where Jun Kui wanted to take her? Bleak 