The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 551 From now on, as long as I am happy (2)

"Wen Qiyang, what exactly do you want?"

Her voice was very low, like a roar. As soon as her tone fell, she felt that Wen Qiyang behind her let go of her wrist, then wrapped her arms around her waist, and pulled her back forcefully. Her whole body fell into the into his arms.

It was only a second, Qu Qingge was just stunned for a second, before her heartbeat had time to speed up and turn over, Wen Qiyang turned over hard, pressed her whole body on the bed, tore off her bath towel, and threw it on the bed. on the ground.

"Wen Qiyang, don't do this. Please. Don't do this." Qu Qingge felt the strength of his knee as it was that night, and forcefully separated her legs. She was startled, and her eyes became lax , unconsciously said this sentence.

It fell on Wen Qiyang's heart, as if struck by lightning, his movements also stopped suddenly, trying his best to restrain his urge to want her.

He looked at the woman under him, panicked, frightened, and dull, facing him, as if facing a vicious devil, trying to escape, his hand, ruthlessly tugged at the quilt, and then let go.

He can make his woman so afraid of him?

He wants to control himself, he can't force her anymore, he has done wrong once, he can't do this again, and push the distance between them further and further.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiyang's eyes full of lust and mania gradually calmed down, replaced by deep tenderness and a touch of helplessness, he stared at her for a long time, then sighed, and rolled over from her body .

Qu Qingge closed her eyes, thinking that Wen Qiyang would still be like the previous few times, ignoring her feelings and using force on her. She felt distressed for a long time, but what she heard was the sigh of the man on her body.

When he left her, her hanging heart relaxed slightly, but before she could take a breath, Wen Qiyang stretched out his hand again, clasped her in his arms, and firmly pressed their bodies together.

"Wen Qiyang—" Qu Qingge yelled again, stiff in his arms, not daring to move at all.

"Qingge. Don't be afraid if I don't touch you. I just want to hug you for a while. I just want to hug you for a while."

Qu Qingge's head was buried in front of his chest, and he couldn't see the pair of ink-like pupils on his slightly raised face, which had gradually shrunk and then spread out, like a layer of mist, lost and unable to find. To the foothold in general.

It's just that his voice, flowing in the entire quiet bedroom, melted into a touch of sadness.

When Qu Qingge heard these words, he slightly relaxed his stiff limbs, but it was followed by a faint heartache.

I don't know when it started, every second with him, she will be accompanied by this kind of heartache more or less, sometimes, it's like a needle prick, sometimes, it's like being torn apart, and now, It is indeed very real, you can see it, reach out your hand, but you can't touch it, you can't get it, you can't let it go, that kind of powerless heartache.

Qu Qingge was uncomfortable being hugged by him. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether it was physical pain or heartache. Anyway, she felt that she was about to suffocate, so she stretched out her hand to his chest, and softly called out: "Wen Qiyang, Let me go, I'm suffocating."

When Wen Qiyang heard such words, he let go of his hands slightly, and held her face in his hands.

(End of this chapter)