obsessed with love

Chapter 138 I Can Only Persevere
Du Ruo let go, looked at the messy man in front of him, and provocatively said, "Look, you have feelings, why not?"

"I have a feeling it's one thing, and it's one thing when you're drunk. Don't do anything you'll regret later when you're drunk!"

"I know I'm drunk. Only when I'm drunk can I dare to look at you like this. The rest of the time, I can only look at you secretly like other people..."

Qiao Anming managed to straighten his mind, but was easily disrupted by her words.

He reached out to brush away the hair on her forehead, and the whole beautiful face was under his broad palm...

Qiao Anming was heartbroken, and couldn't help answering: "Then do you know that I will secretly watch you from behind?"

See how you struggle alone, persevere alone, and face all these sufferings alone, and you can only feel sorry for yourself secretly and dare not approach.

Du Ruo closed his eyes. His simple words were enough to destroy her. Tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. Then he opened them again. Regardless of the forbearance in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to his back and gently pulled her. The crisp metal sound of the zipper was like a spell, so he didn't dare to move, he could only breathe through his chest.

And the woman in front of her raised her chin slightly, her blushing cheeks and blurred eyes, like a flame, ignited him blazingly.

The next second, she lightly lifted her slender fingers on her shoulders, and the silk dress fell off...

All of this is like a slow motion, but also like a slow motion.

Qiao Anming breathed heavily, looking down from below, her slender legs, delicate waist, and finally, her eyes covered with water vapor...

His sore throat seemed to be blocked, and he wanted to escape, but the soles of his feet were covered with lead, so he could only stand still, watching each other's exhaled air engulf their faces.

But who knows, Du Ruo suddenly raised her arm, and quickly grabbed his palm and pressed it to her rising and falling chest, where her beating heart lay.

But the moment his palm touched her skin, Qiao Anming knew he was done...

He wanted to stop, but he was powerless. He could only let her grab her, move it from his chest to his face, and finally cover her moist red lips. In just a few seconds, he almost collapsed.

But she didn't let go, like a naughty child, grabbing his palm and rubbing her delicate cheeks.

Qiao Anming felt that at that moment, he was a defeated deserter, but she was like a proud peacock.

no!He can't touch this woman!

She wanted to shrink back again, but she lost her mouth: "You obviously want it, right? Why not be true to yourself once, I'm not greedy, I want one night, and after dawn I can pretend nothing happened, is it possible?" She His breath was sad and his tone was low.

Qiao Anming shook off her hand, and responded coldly: "No, this is not a game!"

"Then treat it as a New Year's gift for me, okay?...I don't want to be alone tonight..."

"Du Ruo, your emotions are caused by loneliness. Believe me, when you wake up, you will be glad that I didn't touch you!"

"You think so? Well, let's try..."

Having been in business for so many years, Qiao Anming has seen countless women's bodies in all kinds of occasions, but the one in front of him is the most beautiful one he has ever encountered in his life, and he can't restrain himself the most.

Deep in his throat and body, he was wanton and stagnant, but he still grabbed his coat on the bed and wrapped her around her, hugging her tightly...

Du Ruo struggled, clenched his hands into fists, and beat his back fiercely, but his arms hugged her tightly, and a painful but deep voice rang in her ears.

He said, "Please, don't move..."

His self-control can only last so far, if she moves again, he really can't hold on anymore.

(End of this chapter)