Demon President, please don't touch me

014 Attracted to him, Duanmu wanted to spit out his tongue, but he couldn't. He sucked her firmly like a sucker, and rubbed her chest fiercely with his big hands. With such force, he wished to put her The lump of flesh on her chest seemed to be pulled out.

The pain made Duanmumu's tears almost fall, but she couldn't, she told herself not to cry in front of such a man, otherwise she would lose.

His body pressed her tightly, not giving her the slightest room to move, and his other hand slipped into the bottom of her skirt. Duanmumu regretted wearing a skirt again.

"Do you really want it too, huh?" He let go of her, panting, and asked evilly.

Duanmumu glared at him viciously, she was speechless in fright, but he had already put one of her legs across his waist, and at the same time pushed his body towards her, "Why don't you please?" Me, how about I fulfill you?"

"Bah!" Duanmumu spat on his face.

He leaned over and rubbed her face, "Don't be so jealous, as you said, no matter what, you are also my wife, how can I let my wife be empty?"

"Ah—" Feeling that he was about to get bigger and close to him, Duanmu screamed in fright.

Sure enough, the sound alarmed the people in the bedroom, and Lan, who was also only wrapped in a bath towel, suddenly lost her beauty when she saw the scene outside the door.

"Leng Anchen!" The woman let out a shrill cry, and then there was a crackling sound in the air.

Duanmumu was loosened, but his face felt a burning pain...

"You are really shameless," Lan Yiran said and wanted to come up again, but was grabbed by Leng Anchen.

The pain on his face stretched all the way to the bottom of his heart. Duanmumu pinched his own palm several times to keep the tears from falling. He stubbornly raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him, "It's shameless indeed, but that person is not me. !"

"You seduce a man, how dare you say that you want to lose face?" Lan was still arrogant.

Duanmumu raised his hand to caress his abused lips, then looked at Lan Yiran, "Miss Lan has a really bad memory, I seem to have said that you are the mistress between us, even if I seduce, I seduce my husband, and And you?"

"An Chen was originally my man, but you stole him shamelessly, you..." Lan Yiran also rebelled angrily, and for a moment, the huge cabin became the base of women's war.

"That's enough!" Leng Anchen interrupted coldly, his gaze swept across the misty Duanmumu with complicated eyes, and he picked up the woman beside him and walked back to the bedroom.

The moment the door closed, Duanmumu's body also softened, as if he didn't even have the strength to breathe.

In the bedroom, Lan was still sitting on the big bed sobbing, and said while crying, "Leng Anchen, are you also tempted by her now? Is it because I don't go out, you just do it?"

"She kept calling me a mistress, did you hear that? Tell me, who is the mistress, me or her?"

Lan's still chattering voice made him irritated, his handsome and dignified face was terrifyingly gloomy.

At this moment, Leng Anchen was thinking about a question, that is, if Lan still didn't go out, would he really want her?

He didn't know the answer either. In fact, punishing her was just to be angry with this woman for showing him off. But for some reason, when he saw her indifference to him, he felt bored, and when he touched her beauty, he couldn't restrain himself. It seems that there is a special power in her that attracts him...

Attracting him to approach, attracting him to provoke, attracting him...

ps: There are so few messages, isn’t the text not good-looking?