My sweet wife won again

Chapter 509 Let Her Beg Himself To Want Her

Bai Moyan looked at Feng Lingling condescendingly.

Stopped the wine bottle and shook it casually.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

She looked terrified.

The man asked without answering, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

When he spoke, the corners of his lips raised an evil arc, "What do you think will happen to you if you drink it?"

"You lunatic!"

"Let's see, who will be crazier later?"

Bai Moyan unscrewed the cork of the bottle, put the mouth of the bottle close to his nose, and took a sniff, "The 82-year-old Lafite is really fragrant, you can't waste it."

Seemingly satisfied with the smell of red wine, he walked to the bed with a smile on his face, and knelt down beside the girl on one knee.

"Well!"

Feng Lingling tightly shut her mouth.

But he didn't allow her to resist, supported her body, and forced the wine into her mouth.

"Cough..." Under the girl's struggle, the bed sheet was covered with red, and more than half of the wine was spilled.

Soon, waves of heat hit his body.

It felt like volcanic magma was poured into the sea, and the sea water turned into a red tide, trying to submerge her.

"Please," he smiled evilly at her, "as long as you beg me, I will barely help you relieve the pain now."

Feng Lingling gritted her teeth and said, "You're dreaming!"

She would rather die than be defiled by him.

"Really?" Bai Moyan narrowed his eyes, "Since you said so, then don't blame me for not helping you."

After casually leaving this sentence, he deliberately untied the straps on her hands, and sat arrogantly on the sofa not far away.

With a faint smile on his lips, he looked at her quietly, "You repented, call me anytime."

With that said, he took off his coat.

The collar of the man's shirt was slightly open, and his handsome appearance like a nobleman exuded an extremely elegant temperament.

Feng Lingling felt as if a fire was burning in her chest, and she couldn't help tugging at her collar.

A face full of vivid colors.

She bit her lip tightly, mixed with fishy and sweet taste.

He hugged his arms tightly, letting his nails dig into his skin, feeling a slight pain.

Gradually, his body became hotter and hotter, his throat began to dry and itchy, and his rationality was almost overwhelmed by desire.

The raging fire continued to rise, and it seemed that there were thousands of ants on her body, tearing at her constantly, itching and hurting.

The hole in my heart is getting bigger and bigger.

She stroked her body vigorously, trying to get rid of the itching, longing for someone to help her.

Time passed by, and she fantasized that she could end the hunger in her heart with willpower.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and the heat caused her to collapse, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at her most keen senses.

The girl raised her neck, wanting to cry, howl, and scream.

Sensing that someone was approaching, Feng Lingling immediately opened her bright water eyes, and looked at the person with longing eyes.

Murong Chenghan?

Is Murong Chenghan here?
He finally came to save me, didn't he?
No, Feng Lingling shook her head and recognized Bai Moyan.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, he looked at the little girl's distressed look at the moment, but he didn't approach her.

That sarcastic attitude was like watching a play, or a joke.

"I'll tell you again," Bai Moyan looked into Shangfeng Lingling's eager eyes, "If you ask me, I will satisfy you."

Her hair was already drenched with cold sweat and pressed against her cheek.

Now she looks a little shy, a little cute, a little playful, everything is just right.

A young body exudes youthful charm, which is indeed irresistible to men.

"I……"

Feng Lingling opened her mouth slightly, spit out a word, but there was nothing to say.

(End of this chapter)