Chapter 109 - His Shirt (1/2)

There...on the door frame, Xi Jian stood and looked at her sharply. Xi Jian intended to show her where he put the hair dryer or something like that in case she needed it. He was too shocked to close the closet door again when he saw Ling Yue waddling in front of the mirror.

She portrayed his imagination in his head about her very perfectly. She looked so damn hot! And pretty. Slowly, his feet brought him closer to her.

Ling Yue gasped not knowing what to say. She was caught wearing his shirt. Her face, her ears to her neck turned red.

”Si-Since when were you there?” Ling Yue avoided his eyes. She had closed the door earlier, how could she not hear how he opened it?

”Since 'I'm not sure where this sėxy level is'.”

”What?!”

So he opened the door right after she closed it?

”Sorry, I'll change it soon ...” Ling Yue could no longer contain her embarrassment. She walked past Xi Jian trying to get out of this situation immediately.

But Xi Jian caught her waist from behind. ”Don't you know your current level of sėxiness?”

Ling Yue was certain that her heart almost jumped out as Xi Jian's breath blew in her ears.

”My wife ... you're really dangerous ...”

Ling Yue held her breath as Xi Jian began to lick her ears. Both of his hands trapped Ling Yue's body. Ling Yue tilted her head because of the sensation she felt and leaned her back against Xi Jian's ċhėst.

”Wait ... aren't you cooking?”

”You screwed it up!”

He brought his lips to his woman's neck. He never thought his soap's smell would be so intoxicating on Ling Yue's body. His hand grabbed Ling Yue's chin, tilting it to the right so he could claim her lips.

Xi Jian moved his hands all over Ling Yue's body. Touch whatever it goes through. His hand slipped under her shirt, push her bra up and found Ling Yue's soft brėȧst. A soft mȯȧn escaped from Ling Yue's lips. His right hand hold steady Ling Yue in front of him and the other hand played her nɨppŀė.

”Brother Jian ...”

Xi Jian released his lips and moved to the left.

”Bad YueYue...You are really bad! How come you make me want you this much?”

He again licked her left ears, brushed her neck, kissed and bite her shoulders to her back. Xi Jian lowered his hands from Ling Yue's stomach. His fingers slipped into her undėrwėȧr and stroked her flowers. Ling Yue's breath caught as his hand touched her most sėnsɨtɨvė part. Xi Jian sliding down her pȧntɨės before lean back both of their bodies, on the top of the lowest cupboard that was there.

Xi Jian held one of Ling Yue's legs on his knees, making her legs spread wide so he could freely touch her pussƴ.

Ling Yue sensed something she had never felt. Her body melted in Xi Jian's arm. She began to make ėrȯtɨċ sounds as Xi Jian's hand squeezed her brėȧsts or tickled her vȧġɨnȧ. Xi Jian took it to a different level as his fingers rolled inside her sėnsɨtɨvė parts.

”Ah ... brother Jian ... wait ... no ...”

”Honey ... Call my name ...”

Xi Jian continued to kiss her neck, biting her smooth shoulder and suċkɨnġ on her earlobe. His juniors screaming out, but Xi Jian couldn't pull it out. He did not want to take Ling Yue right now. He wanted to do it after their wedding ceremony or when Ling Yue was ready. But when he saw that she was wearing his shirt, Xi Jian lost his mind. He just wanted to touch Ling Yue, hold her completely.

”My wife ... mine ...”

”Arkh ... uhngg ...”