Chapter 357

Grandma left. I don't think she will disturb them any more. Li Xiuming climbed into ye Youran's bed again. At that time, his passion had not faded and his fiery chest was still burning, which made them break through the last line of defense.

The milky white skirt was torn mercilessly by Li Xiuming. It's better to throw away the dirty and ugly skirt.

But ye leisurely is a little distressed and has no time to take care of it. His snow-white skin is in front of Li Xiuming. Li Xiuming can't help it any more. He kisses deeply.

Ye Youran whispered, for fear that grandma would suddenly visit her when she heard the strange voice. The two groups of meat in front of her chest were being kneaded by Li Xiuming's hand, one after another with her whispering.

At last, the sound of Ye Xiuming's voice was not enough, and the sound was not enough.

"Call! I like listening. I like to see you intoxicated

"Am I ugly now?"

"No, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Ye leisurely doesn't speak, shyly wants to get under the bed, but is clamped by Li Xiuming, how also can't move.

Li Xiuming moves skillfully and looks at ye Youran affectionately and says this. In the past, Li Xiuming never said this to ye Youran coldly.

Now ye Youran completely breaks her previous fallacy. Now her only idea is to please the dormant person wholeheartedly.

The room is quiet and terrible, except for the two people's rapid and lingering breathing sound, that is, the sound of lower body secretion friction, an ambiguous, sweet breath sent out, making the cold weather warm up.

Even if Li Xiuming's hand is injured, there is no dissatisfaction with ye Youran's experience in bed. Ye Youran enjoys the pleasure and stimulation brought by this man, and even has the dirty idea of indulging in Li Xiuming's arms forever.

And Li Xiuming is dead to seize ye Youran. His nails are almost embedded in ye Youran's flesh. In this way, Li Xiuming announces to the world that only he can possess ye Youran, and only he.

When ye Youran was close to Li Xiuming, he didn't think about other men. Sometimes he felt that he would follow the fate of heaven. Maybe it was fate or a mistake to meet Li Xiuming. However, ye Youran was willing to make mistakes again and again, and had been lingering with Li Xiuming like this.

After waking up the next day, ye Youran is much better. Under the careful care of Li Xiuming, ye Youran's cold is nipped in the bud in time.

After ye Youran wakes up, he quietly looks at Li Xiuming beside him.

Li Xiuming is very clever, not fierce, not dry, even breathing with a trace of magnetism, so that ye leisurely can't help but want to lie on Li Xiuming's chest and listen quietly.

Ye Youran has an inexplicable feeling in her heart, which can't be explained for a moment, but there is only one thought in her heart: even if Li Xiuming has nothing, I want to get involved with him.

Now ye Youran hopes to sign an indefinite contract with Li Xiuming. Even if it's a lifelong contract, she is willing to.

She showed half of her body, her fragrant shoulder was indistinct under the cover of the quilt, and her lips had returned to their former rudeness. She leaned down, maybe because of the intense exercise last night, so she had a headache.

In the eyes sweeping the whole room, ye Youran saw the ashtray full of cigarette ends on the bedside table, thinking that after last night's warmth, Li Xiuming was secretly smoking behind his back, and he was very presumptuous.

At the thought of this, ye Youran actually feels that there is a kind of dirty gas in his nostrils, which is colliding and suffocating. Last night's smoke has not dispersed and left a trace of residue, and the leaves leisurely but very sensitive.

The phone call suddenly wakes Li Xiuming from his sleep. Ye leisurely sweeps it with Yu Guang. Then he knows that it's Ling Yixue.

Just don't know all this time, why still want to call to come over, don't they separate completely?

Li Xiuming picked up the mobile phone with his habitual right hand, and his movement was still sensitive. Maybe his hand was almost good.

He opened his bleary eyes, looked at ye Youran, who pretended to be sleeping, and connected the phone.