Chapter 2 (1/2)
Take off?
Ning Huan's eyes widened and her hands trembled slightly to pull the zipper of her skirt.
She took a deep breath, but because the speed was too slow, Quan Shaocheng seemed very impatient.
”You're too slow.” He is cool and calm, handsome Yan, a grasp of her wrist, will her against the big bed.
Then, only a sound, she felt a chill
”Serve.” He put his hand on her jaw, and ordered as if he were a king.
Ning Huan bit his teeth and reached for his shoulders with trembling hands. Then, the cool lips pasted on his
Her kissing skill is so raw and astringent, but it is this unsophisticated kissing skill that it is difficult for Quan Shaocheng to control!
”Bad kisses.” His disdainful voice dropped, and then directly turned her into a passive one
His kiss directly swept towards her, his breath surrounded and swallowed her whole person, this kind of kiss almost swallowed her whole person!
Dirty! How dirty! Ning Huan wants to resist and say no, but she has no choice She didn't
He lowered his head, and a deep, sexy voice sounded in her ear, ”how do you want to play, front or back?”
The voice falls, Quan Shaocheng kisses her delicate earlobe.
This asshole!
What should she do this month?
”Aze...” Her small mouth murmured softly, and a thin layer of sweat rose on her white skin. She was weak and fainted
Quan Shaocheng gets up manic, once dizzy also calculate, faint before still dare to call other man's name?
All of a sudden, he got up and left.
The beauty of the first room didn't cool down because Quan Shaocheng left. The people on the bed were lying on the big bed, and their snow-white bodies were covered with kisses
In the study connected with the bedroom, Quan Shaocheng sits in the delicate leather chair.
He opened the drawer on one side and took out a picture that he would carry with him.
The picture was taken 15 years ago. The little girl in the picture is Zuo Feixin. She is about seven or eight years old. She has a double ponytail. Her lovely face has sweet dimples and her eyebrows have the temperament that other girls don't have.
”It's like that.” Quan Shaocheng looked at the little girl in the picture, and his ear seemed to hear a familiar voice: brother darts are so powerful, I want to call you dart brother.
He's been looking for Feixin for 15 years. Ye Ninghuan is very similar to her, as if ye Ninghuan was her childhood.
Quan Shaocheng frowned and became suspicious. He pressed the phone on one side.
When the phone was connected, he opened his thin lips and said, ”check all the information about ye Ninghuan.”
”Yes, little Lord.”
After the phone hung up, Quan Shaocheng's eyebrows tightened more and more tightly, but his lip corners suddenly raised slightly.
Ye Ninghuan, a woman who looks like Feixin when she was a child. Is this possible?