Chapter 117 What Kind of Past Does She Hide?

Ning Qing was worried, so she took out the room card from her bag, inserted it in, and opened the door to the hotel room.

She stepped in with one foot and fumbled with her little hands on the wall to turn on the light.

But at this moment, a tall and tall body came from behind. Her small hand was wrapped in a big palm and spun around. The door was closed, and she was pressed against the door in the darkness.

The man's breath was too familiar, so Ning Qing said, "Shaoming... um..."

Lu Shaoming lowered his eyes and kissed her.

Ning Qing had no time to think about how Lu Shaoming, who had just gone to see the boss of Daxing, left and came back. She was kissed until she fainted, and the air was filled with his noble and cold scent.

Two small hands were helplessly clinging to his tall shoulders. The thin woolen coat of high-grade cashmere felt particularly comfortable and soft in the small hands, like a man's lips.

He clasped her slender waist with one hand, and this time he was not lingering with her within the range that she could bear, but kissing her skillfully when she was on the verge of her limit, gentle and domineering.

The number of kisses between the two increased day by day, but he came up with new tricks every time, and the gentleness of the gentleman became more and more doting.

His lips and teeth were reluctant to exert force on her, training her with all his heart, absorbing her, and enjoying her delicately.

After the long kiss ended, Ning Qing collapsed in the man's arms. She was weak and panting, "Shaoming, aren't you going to work?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, very magnetic and seductive, and it made Ning Qing's ears tingle. "How can I work with you looking so worried? Nothing is as important as my little wife. I won't work anymore." Accompany you."

Ning Qing pursed her pink lips, feeling a little squeamish for no reason at this moment. It was all because of him.

In fact, it was fine for her to be lonely, but he wanted to mess with her.

This feels so good.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and said in a coquettish voice, "What are you doing, little madam? I'm much younger than you? You screamed so loudly, you have a mental problem!"

"Oh, ten years younger is not too young? Then what should I call you, dear wife, dear baby, honey..."

Ning Qing's slender back was pressed against the door panel, and she stretched out her hand to push him while breathing orchid breath. She couldn't stand the way he murmured charmingly, especially the "honey" with a bit of doting smile and pure The British accent, spit out by him in a low-alcoholic way, was fatal!

I heard that he is proficient in many languages ​​and is erudite.

At 20 years old, she is becoming more mature.

She couldn't refuse such a stunningly handsome man.

Some of the reactions shamed her.

Who was Lu Shaoming? He knew she couldn't bear it when he saw her trembling. Her delicate little hands seemed to be tickling him. His broad body did not move at all. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and stroked her delicate face with the other. Laughing, "I don't know what you are being pretentious about. We are husband and wife. You don't want to feel comfortable, but you want to make yourself uncomfortable and torture me."

When Ning Qing heard this, she hit him with her pink fist, "Lu Shaoming, who, who is feeling uncomfortable?"

He spoke quietly again.

Lu Shaoming's eyes were dark. The next second, the world was spinning. Ning Qing was carried on the man's shoulders, and he took her into the bedroom.

"Ning Qing, you really take it for granted that I sleep on the sofa every day this month, right?"

Ning Qing's soft belly pressed against his handsome shoulders, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she was a little more happy in her heart. She loved his charming appearance of becoming a domineering president in a second.

She was thrown into the soft bed, and the man's body covered her.

"Ning Qing, can you do it tonight?"

It was so straightforward in one sentence.

Ning Qing was so frightened that she quickly grabbed his big hand that was moving around and said, "Shaoming, I can't do it today. I...I'm inconvenienced." Afraid that the man wouldn't understand, Ning Qing added in a low voice. , "I'm coming...my menstrual cycle."

The man on top of him froze for two seconds, then turned on the bedside light with a "pop" sound.

In the hazy yellow light, the man's chiselled outline was very tight, as if he was extremely forbearing. His eyes were a little red. At some point, he pulled the tie around his neck and hung it loosely around his neck, wild and wild. Charm.

He rarely shows such an expression. When a handsome, cold and noble man wants to eat meat, there is a clear air everywhere.

A good skin.

"real?"

Sure enough, she was covered with something thin.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled over from her in annoyance and lay flat beside her in frustration.

Even after some distance, Ning Qing could feel his rough breathing. Her small white hands clenched the sheets. She stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above her head for a few seconds.

It's not that she's being pretentious, but that she has a hard time in her heart.

If he knew the truth, would he still love her so much?

Ning Qing turned sideways and nestled in the man's arms like a kitten. Her small hands climbed up to his handsome face. She kissed his jaw and said softly, "Shaoming, after this cycle is over, I…"

The girl was too shy to speak. Lu Shaoming turned sideways and rolled the girl down. He stared at her autumn eyes that were about to overflow with water and said with a smile, "You said this. I didn't force you. You did it yourself. Make a promise and keep it yourself.”

"...Yeah." Ning Qing buried her delicate little face under the collar of his coat, and her snow-white earlobes were stained with blush.

One day she will cross this threshold, and if then he...

Ning Qing didn't dare to think about it.

She doesn't want to lose him!

Ning Qing stretched out her two small hands and hooked them around his neck. She didn't know whether it was the light that was intoxicating or his handsome appearance with clear sideburns that was intoxicating. She half-squinted her watery eyes and raised her body to kiss him.

But the man turned his head to avoid it, and Lu Shaoming smiled with an ambiguous meaning, "Ning Qing, do you really have nothing to confess to me?"

She was so abnormal.

"Yes," Ning Qing smiled lazily and uncoquettishly, "Lu Shaoming, I like you."

She kissed him.

Lu Shaoming did not close his eyes. He opened his eyes and watched the girl shyly tremble two rows of long eyelashes, and slowly kissed him. Her lips were thin and pink, with fresh color and full cheeks.

The more you look at her, the more beautiful she is.

A big hand held the back of her neck, and he supported her hanging on his neck.

Another long kiss ended. Looking at the girl's slightly swollen lips, Lu Shaoming was a little satisfied. He reached out and lifted her skirt, and his big hand covered with thin calluses circled her flat and smooth belly.

"I heard that women will feel very painful during their menstrual period. Is this more comfortable? Or do you want me to prepare some brown sugar water for you?" The room was very quiet, and his low voice was extremely soft. He held her in his arms, like a couple's intimate whisper.