Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Jasmine thought about it forgetfully, and for some reason, she put her arms on Huo Ziming's shoulders.

As if her brain couldn't control her movements, when she realized it, she felt that her body had become limp, clinging to his body like a vine.

She felt more and more that she had no ambition, but what should she do with ambition?

She didn't expect to regret when she was 80 years old, regretting that she didn't treat the man she liked well in her best years.

And Huo Ziming gently removed his hand from the lump on the back of her head, slowly held her face in his hands, and carefully observed her appearance.

At this moment, her face, which did not wear heavy makeup, was even more clean, her skin was white and transparent, her cheeks were as red as peaches, and her eye sockets were also red.

Under the peach-petal-like eyelids, thick eyelashes, and a pair of amber-like clear pupils were fluffy, like a ferocious little animal hidden inside, broke into his heart without warning.

How could she be so unscrupulous and yet look innocent?

Huo Ziming sighed, and gently touched her face with his own, bouncing and slippery.

Then, she murmured in her ear: "Su Mo, you really want to seduce me, don't you?"

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Jasmine only felt that her body was as soft as cotton candy, as if she was about to be intoxicated in his embrace like this, sinking forever.

At this moment, nothing is important, the Sirius competition is not important, the lmh company, the pain in the head and feet, everything is not important anymore, she just wants to hold him like this, as if ten years of time can be in his arms Nothing in this hug.

Hearing Huo Ziming's words, she murmured and repeated: "Okay, I just want to seduce you, just to..."

"—Don't you regret it?" Huo Ziming's voice suddenly became deep.

Jasmine stared at him blankly, then shook her head: "No."

"Really don't regret it?" He hesitated for a while, and finally said, "I don't need a female companion by my side now, do you understand?"

Why doesn't she understand? Of course she does.

In fact, why did he say it so implicitly, he just wanted to say that if she wanted to, she could only have an affair with him for one night, and he would not give her a title, or anything else.

But that doesn't matter.

She licked her lips and tried to look old and mature, like her British friends who had abortions at 16: "I know what you mean, I don't want anything else, this is a beautiful Night, isn't it?"

From Huo Ziming's throat came a deep voice, which seemed to be a syllable, but it seemed to have no other meaning.

He hugged Jasmine's body and put her on the sink.

She is really light, but the line is very beautiful.

Then, ten fingers dug into her thick long hair, held her face, and then kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and then stayed on her lips. This is already two The second kiss, and this kiss is more delicate and sweet than the hasty and hasty kiss in the car just now.

Carefully, the two tasted each other's taste bit by bit.

Huo Ziming lovingly traced the shape of her lips with his own, like a flower, at this moment, he felt so beautiful.