The soft little female makes the beast husbands lose control and fall

Chapter 163 163. Can the mask be taken off?

Their lips were still tightly pressed together, and their hands were eagerly groping on each other's clothes, as if they wanted to express the surging desire in their hearts in this way.

Su Yaoyao's mind was now completely occupied by Lucia. All that remained in her consciousness was her deep attachment to him. She longed for a more intimate contact with him, as if only in this way could she fill the ever-growing gap of love in her heart.

However, when their bodies fell heavily on the bed, Su Yaoyao's reason, which was overwhelmed by passion, barely returned at the last moment.

She suddenly stretched out her hands and pressed them against Lucia's strong chest. Her rapid breathing was particularly clear in the silent room. Her cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes, and her voice trembled with an uncontrollable tremor: "Too, too fast."

Her eyes were full of panic and hesitation. Although her feelings for Lucia were as hot as a burning flame, the sudden acceleration of their intimacy still caused ripples of helplessness in her heart.

"Yaoyao, let's forget about our worries for a while and just enjoy tonight." Lucia's voice seemed to come from a distant dream, full of irresistible temptation, as if there was an invisible magic power that once again pulled Su Yaoyao back to that passionate fantasy world.

His lips fell gently again, like the brush of a soft feather, but with a power that could not be rejected.

Su Yaoyao only felt that the only remaining line of defense of her rationality was gradually collapsing like a sand castle under this gentle attack. She was immersed in it again, and was infatuated by the kiss, completely sinking into this endless sea of ​​love.

"Yaoyao, can I take off the mask?" Lucia asked softly, her lips slightly apart, her breathing a little hurried, her eyes full of anticipation, as if waiting for an extremely precious answer.

Su Yaoyao's consciousness had long been blurred at this time. Driven by this passionate emotion, she nodded slowly, her movements as gentle as petals in the breeze.

Lucia carefully reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently took off the mask.

When Su Yaoyao's beautiful face appeared before him without reservation, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

He didn't have time to take a closer look last time, but this time his eyes were like a paintbrush, carefully depicting every detail of Su Yaoyao's face.

Those exquisite facial features are like the most perfect masterpiece of God, and every part of them exudes charming charm. You will never forget it once you see it.

Yaoyao is... Her Majesty the Holy Lady!
Lucia felt as if her heart had been hit by a heavy hammer. Everything in the world turned into nothingness, and only the little female in front of her, who made him willing to sink into it, remained.

"Yaoyao, you are so beautiful." He murmured to himself, his voice full of admiration and love. The voice seemed to overflow from the depths of his soul, filled with endless affection.

Under Lucia's fiery gaze, Su Yaoyao's cheeks became increasingly hot, as if she could feel the blood rushing happily under her skin.

She truly felt Lucia's deep love. The feeling of being cherished and loved was like sweet honey, filling her heart with happiness and warmth.

She gently put her arms around Lucia's neck, her eyes gleaming with love as she offered her lips to him once again, engaging him in a passionate and affectionate kiss, as if unreservedly expressing all her innermost feelings. Lucia's golden pupils instantly widened and trembled slightly. This was the first time Yaoyao had kissed him so proactively, and the surprise in her heart burst forth like fireworks.

He slowly closed his eyes, took the initiative, and responded to Su Yaoyao's kiss more passionately, as if he wanted to pour all his love into it.

Lucia's hands slowly slid down Su Yaoyao's graceful back, her movements gentle and loving. Every touch of her fingertips was like igniting a cluster of jumping flames in Su Yaoyao's body, making her feel hot and confused.

Su Yaoyao hugged Lucia's neck tightly, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably. This feeling of wholehearted devotion caused a ripple of fear deep in her heart, but also made her deeply fascinated and unable to extricate herself.

Lucia slowly left her lips and kissed her cheeks lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and the delicate kisses fell on her neck.

Su Yaoyao tilted her head slightly and couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The sound was like the sweet and melodious chirping of a yellow oriole in spring, but with a hint of indescribable coquettishness and longing, as if telling of the love and expectation deep in her heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. The shyness and excitement in her heart were like two intertwined streams, surging and running in her heart, making her almost lose the ability to think.

"Yaoyao, let me be yours..." Lucia whispered in her ear, and the hot breath sprayed on her sensitive skin, like lighting a string of firecrackers, making Su Yaoyao couldn't help but twist her body slightly.

She could clearly feel the sincerity and passion in Lucia's words, which made the flame of love in her heart burn even more vigorously, as if it wanted to swallow her whole in this passionate love.

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Downstairs, a black flying car stopped quietly. Its body was low-key and luxurious, exuding a restrained majesty.

The car door slowly opened, and a man in a burgundy suit got out. The burgundy color was like a burning flame, complementing his deep eyes. The mask on his face added a bit of mystery to him.

Roland, who had been guarding downstairs, was startled when he saw Augustine. He quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty." There was a hint of awe and nervousness in his voice.

Augustine narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, and said coldly: "I sent you to protect Her Highness the Saint, not to keep watch downstairs in the hotel." The voice seemed to contain ice chips, which made people shudder.

Roland's lips were pressed into a straight line, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine cold sweat. He lowered his head even lower, almost touching the ground. He was well aware of his dereliction of duty, and his heart was filled with guilt and fear.

Augustine snorted coldly, the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of endless dissatisfaction.

He ignored Roland and walked straight towards the building, his steps firm and powerful, as if every step was stepping on Roland's heart.

Roland immediately took out his laptop and frantically operated it, sending a message to Su Yaoyao: "Your Highness, the Holy Lady, His Majesty has come to see you personally. No matter what you are doing now, you'd better come down immediately."