hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 92

　Since Tang Yumo has been sleeping on the floor next to his bed during these days and he can tolerate it safely, then maybe sleeping in the same bed is not unacceptable.
　This woman really brought him too much trouble, too many accidents, and also has too many infinite possibilities
　Even the habit of never allowing other people to live in his bedroom for so many years was so easily broken by her. Even the atheist he followed her nonsense to make a deal with the so-called ghost. What will happen next? unusual thing?He couldn't help but also have a little expectation.

　Thinking of this, he tightened Tang Yumo's body into his arms again.

　Her hair clung to his cheek, trembling slightly to make his skin itchy, her body smelled of wine and exuded bursts of heat, her breasts were full against his heart, sending out her heartbeat rhythm while her hands
　Her hand just happened to hang between his legs.

　Gu Yihan's flame that had gradually subsided blazed up again.

　Should | have her?

　Do you want to get her done now?
　Otherwise, this woman simply doesn't know how to live or die!

　Gu Yihan bowed his head and printed a wen on Tang Yumo's blushing cheeks. The first night they got together instantly came into his mind, the invasion and gnawing in the darkness. At this time, the familiar touch was on the edge of his mouth, and he savored it carefully He said, confirmed with the memories one by one, and suddenly felt that the Venus in his arms was like an innate part of him. Let him make him feel a kind of sour pity for no reason.

　He no longer imprisoned her, but gently caressed her skin. This kind of caress made Tang Yumo murmur comfortably in his sleep, rubbing against her like a helpless and well-behaved little animal.

　Gu Yihan suppressed his heavy and hoarse breathing, sighed, and buried her in his arms again.

　When Tang Yumo woke up the next day, he felt that he was bound.

　Trying to open her eyes, she found herself buried in the brocade quilt, her upper body was surrounded by two arms, her lower body was heavily pressed by the man's strong and powerful thighs, and the man's abdominal muscles were clinging to the skin of her waist, which was very clear to the touch.

　"what--"

　she screamed.

　Gu Yihan said in a hoarse voice displeased: "What are you screaming for? Could it be that you want to finish what you didn't finish last night?"

　Tang Yumo immediately fell silent.

　When did Gu Yihan come back?How could I sleep on his bed?Could it be that seven times a night last night? !What did he say about the things he didn't finish... Why didn't he have any memory at all... I just felt that I slept soundly, deeply and sweetly... I really shouldn't drink alcohol yesterday... Sigh...

　Tang Yumo's thinking is as muddy as muddy at the moment, the current situation is so embarrassing and embarrassing, she dare not lift the quilt to see how many clothes are left on her, but if she tries to pretend to be dead and continues to lie down, it will be a bit... lie down Like pins and needles...

　"Which man did you hang out with last night for a drink?" Gu Yihan raised half of his body and looked down at her little face who was dying of shame and anger, and the corner of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

　"No...no, there's no ghost|fucking... I just had lunch with Chen Guanyu..."

　Tang Yumo stammered, feeling inexplicably guilty when Gu Yihan looked down from above, and unconsciously slid down, almost half of his face was buried in the brocade quilt.

(End of this chapter)