45 Chapter 45

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"Are you sure?" He was low and hoarse.

Chen Jing'an's eyes were bright: "Try it."

Shen Lie pulled his lips and smiled, his smile was wild and hot, and the impulse restrained in every muscle line came to life almost instantly. It had been dormant for too long, and the whole process started and ended. Having played it out hundreds of times in his mind, he pressed her waist with a strong force, as if he wanted to pin her firmly to him.

Chen Jing'an's heart was beating wildly, but she held his hand. There was a stubbornness in her eyes. She wanted to do it herself.

From the first meeting, Shen Lie knew that there was a stubbornness in her thin bones, which was in sharp contrast to her frail appearance.

Chen Jing'an was determined to do it on her own. She was young and stiff. She had a taut face, lowered her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. She seemed to be serious about it. She had made up her mind to take a biology course and start exploring from the human body. His tense Muscles, smooth lines, protruding blood vessels... have all become the objects of her research.

Shen Lie was lying on his back, his posture looked lazy and casual, his black eyes were staring at her with a lot of desire, his Adam's apple rolled frequently but he didn't move, and he pursed his lips restrainedly.

The cheongsam dress is a bit complicated. You have to unbutton it one by one, wrap your arms behind your back, hold the zipper head, and peel off the external complexity little by little, until only pure white is left.

It's so white that it dazzles the eyes and disturbs the heart.

The inner core is petite and the bones are well-proportioned without being skinny and skinny.

Shen Lie kept staring at her, looking inch by inch, like a scroll unfolding in front of him. The people in the scroll were lifelike, fresh and beautiful.

Chen Jing'an knew very little about this aspect and acted on instinct. She possessed Shen Lie and held his chin for a kiss. Unlike the stolen kiss when he was asleep, Shen Lie would respond and he could always take the initiative in a moment. However, she was not satisfied with her ability. She raised her head and let go. He subconsciously raised his head and asked for more, but she refused to let him get what he wanted, and always remained aloof.

Her long eyelashes were lowered, and her gaze swept across his prominent Adam's apple, as if possessed by a demon, she lowered her head and kissed him.

The Adam's apple rolled heavily.

She heard a low voice. She could not tell whether it was pain or happiness. It was a rather difficult sigh, but it was extremely annoying to the ears. It was like a small spark flying out, burning her earlobe, and her whole body was red and hot.

As if being encouraged, Chen Jing'an lowered his head again and bit it gently.

Shen Lie easily broke away from her hand and clasped her neck. It was so thin that it seemed like it would break if he exerted more force. He picked her up and kissed her impatiently.

A deep kiss.

Chen Jing'an was about to faint after a long time.

It shouldn't be like this. She was the one in control. She held his chest with both hands and pushed him back onto the soft couch, telling him not to move, almost half threatening and half emphatically.

Shen Lie smiled, lying on his back with his limbs spread out: "Okay, you come."

Chen Jing'an started over with red ears. She seemed to have a new pipa and couldn't put it down. She tuned and played it very carefully. In fact, it was very strange. Zhang Fa, that thirst has penetrated deep into his bones, like poisoning. The torture and pleasure almost made him ascend to heaven. He tensed his muscles and his control was beyond expectations, like a string that was ready to go and could break at any time.

But the performer didn't know where Shen Lie's critical value was.

She tore off a small piece of packaging and put it on backwards for the first time, so she had to take it off and switch sides.

Shen Lie was the only one suffering. His eyes almost blazed with fire, and he smiled heavily, as if to see what she could do.

Chen Jing'an was still unable to find a solution. The pain made her whole body tremble over and over again. She suppressed it until sweat poured out from her face. The hair on her temples was wetted and stuck to her skin. The beads of sweat dripped down her pink and white skin. Cheeks slumped.

too difficult.

Chen Jing'an couldn't help but frown, and gave up after trying a few times. She stopped, met Shen Lie's gaze, and whispered guiltily: "I don't want to do it anymore."

This matter was not as good as expected.

Shen Lie looked at her and asked with a smile on his lips: "That's it?"

"Are you going to take a shower?" Chen Jing'an was a little helpless. It was indeed a waste of energy. She had no strength left, and she didn't want to move anymore.

This makes no sense.

She is the one who teases people, and she is the one who wants to end it.

Chen Jing'an was about to get off the couch, but before she could pick up her skirt, she was picked up again. Suddenly, the two people's positions were reversed. Shen Lie's arms were supported by her sides, as if the thick snow on the pine branches had been knocked over. , pouring down one after another, there is also the cool scent of cedar.

Her breath was filled with his breath, and there was no way to escape.

Shen Lie is completely in control of the outcome. His patience has long been exhausted. Every second he waits has already marked the price secretly. Every extra minute she tortures him will charge more interest. Shen Lie gave full play to the cruelty of the capitalists and wanted to eat their flesh, bones, blood, and wipe them clean.

Chen Jing'an was cooked over and over again.

The blood in her body was boiling, burning a bone. She couldn't help but curl up to relieve the strange feeling, but Shen Lie opened her up little by little, and every part was unfolded, completely spread out in front of his eyes.

Unable to bear the torture, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, digging into her soul when she was unprepared. All the sounds in her throat were swallowed up by his greed.

I couldn't make a sound, and tears fell from my eyes.

The pain was so painful that it felt as if she had been split apart completely. She could hardly speak. What was left was broken sobs, which were swallowed up and ended up being small and broken sounds. Shen Lie was like an emotionless executioner. He could be extremely gentle. He kissed the tears from the end of her eyes, but there was no hesitation when it came time to execute her. He was above, watching her curl and stretch, the rhythm was completely decided by him, and she felt a strange pleasure during the ups and downs.

Shen Lie also noticed it and pulled his lips into a smile.

That smile made Chen Jing'an feel ashamed, as if she shouldn't be like this. She wanted to press her lips, raise her arms to block her eyes, and didn't want to look anymore. Shen Lie pulled her hand away, held her chin, and asked her to face him. Look, see his reflection in his pupils, what kind of expression he has.

Over and over again, it was fried in a hot pan of oil.

The ancient bell was struck, and the clear and melodious sound of the bell was like ripples swaying in circles, one after another, endless.

Later, Shen Lie hugged her and stood up from the soft couch. She mistakenly thought she had been saved. She breathed for a moment, and as soon as she touched the soft bed quilt, it was a new round. Compared with the narrow space on the soft couch, the space here was larger, enough for Shen Lie to do whatever he wanted. He let go of her lips, and the sound escaped from his throat, pain or pleasure, all without any cover.

She tried to bite the back of her hand, but Shen Lie held it and pushed her to the top of her head.

Fierce and passionate.

The time seemed to never end. Chen Jing'an only knew that there was a cry in her voice. Shen Lie seemed to have a new novel toy. He patiently explored how to play with it and what the methods were. She was defeated. What Shen Lie taught her. She could say it out loud, but she was so tired that she closed her eyes as if she hadn't slept in days.

She reached out and grabbed the pillow, smashing it without thinking.

It was light but not strong. Shen Lie took it and placed it under her waist.

Chen Jing'an's face was bright red, and he cursed bastard in his heart.

Until midnight, the two of them were exhausted and hungry. Shen Lie took her to the bathroom to wash her and put on clean clothes. She couldn't sleep on the sheets anymore. There was no time to change them, so she had to change rooms. Shen Lie took them casually. I put on a pair of casual trousers and went downstairs to make something to eat.

Hunger overcame sleepiness. Chen Jing'an wanted to eat before sleeping, so she put on her nightgown and followed her downstairs.

Shen Lie had just washed and was wearing no upper body. There were still water stains on his broad back that had not been wiped dry. They were baked into vigorous steam by his body temperature. She followed behind him, her face flushed and her ears red, and she looked away.

Shen Lie planned to cook noodles quickly and easily. He took out two eggs from the refrigerator and cut the tomatoes with a familiar and casual posture. His eyebrows showed the laziness of a satisfied person, and his face was full of appreciation. I just finished cooking two bowls of noodles and sprinkled them with a handful of chopped green onions. They looked and tasted great.

He brought it over, and Chen Jing'an was already hungry when she smelled it. When she glanced at it, she saw the red scratches on his shoulders and the teeth marks that had become lighter... All the marks reminded her of what had just happened. She was stunned. After being stunned for two seconds, he immediately lowered his head. His face was steamed by the heat and turned red easily.

The noodles are steaming hot and cannot be eaten right away.

She lowered her head, picked up the noodles and blew them slowly, waiting for them to cool down before eating them.

Shen Lie saw that she was almost burying her entire face in the bowl, and stretched out his hand to dig her out: "Do you want noodles or a bowl?"

"Oh." Chen Jingxin responded absently, still avoiding him.

"Eat more. If you don't have enough, cook again."

"That's enough."

Chen Jing'an's voice was muffled.

"Do you want to eat enough?" Shen Lie's voice was hoarse due to excessive use.

Chen Jing'an's mind was filled with what had just happened, and she instinctively raised her eyes cautiously: "Why are you eating so full?"

The reaction was so great that she was a little confused.

Chen Jing'an realized that she was immersed in eating noodles again, only to be dug out by Shen Lie, as if correcting a child's irregular eating behavior.

She coughed lightly, trying to cover up this article.

As soon as she entered the room, Shen Lie said calmly: "What else can we do?"

She choked and coughed twice while holding on to the table. Shen Lie came over and patted her back to calm her down, and took out a tissue and handed it to her. , asked her what was going on in her mind.

Chen Jing'an took the tissue and pressed it to his lips.

What he saw when he looked up was Shen Lie's tight muscles and slim waist. His trousers reached his waist and the lines disappeared into the edges of his trousers... Chen Jing'an suddenly looked away, covering his face with his hands, blocking even his peripheral vision.

"Put some clothes on."

Shen Lie lowered his head, chuckled, pulled away her hand, and turned her around again, forcing her to look at him: "Why didn't I see you say that when you were taking off my clothes earlier?"

"Still . "Throw it away after use?"

Chen Jing'an felt like he was burning up. He couldn't hear these words and said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

He looked too serious.

Shen Lie leaned on the dining table with a lazy posture: "Chen Jing'an, why are you like a little nun who steals meat? After stealing the meat, you pick up the wooden fish and chant sutras, kneel down in front of the Buddha, and pretend to be clean."

" I didn't." Chen Jing'an denied subconsciously.

How could someone describe it like this? It seemed like she was bewitched and really broke the rules. The sense of taboo made her feel ashamed.

"You do."

Shen Lie still chuckled.

Chen Jing'an was a little annoyed and wanted to stay away from him, at least not to hear this laughter again, but she was held by the arm and easily brought into his arms. He held her waist with one hand and said casually and a little wildly: " Little nun, please be kind and please help me again."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Shen Lie looked past her and fell on the sofa, smiling dumbly: "You were drunk at the time, okay? You are so powerful that you threaten to use force on me. This time, I can make you happy."

He said it as if he was generous.

Chen Jing'an opened her eyes and listened to his nonsense. She was just drunk at the time and was not mentally ill.