Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The hot sensation wrapped around her earlobe brought with it a trace of electric current that quickly coursed through Ling Han’s entire body.
Ling Han stood still and the corners of her mouth curled into a satisfied smile.
Even if she went to a bar, she might not be able to get such a perfect catch!
She grabbed Pei Jing’s hand and put it behind his back, preventing him from moving.
Her tone was frivolous as she said, “You did well. Come home with me.”
Pei Jing nodded obediently. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with tears.
After the two of them entered the room, Ling Han took the opportunity to push him onto the bed in the bedroom.
“Oh…”
She did not use much strength, but Pei Jing let out a soft cry and fell onto the bed. His pitiful appearance was very much like a little puppy who had been bullied and wronged.
The flames in Ling Han’s heart grew more and more intense. She pinched his chin and forced him to raise his eyes and look at her.
“Be mine.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she used her hands and suddenly tore his shirt apart. The buttons fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
The two small cherry blossoms on Pei Jing’s chest were exceptionally pink and tender. Ling Han could not help but stretch out her hand.
Her fingertips lightly tapped on it, and Pei Jing let out a muffled groan.
“Don’t be like this, it’s so itchy.”
“Itchy?”
Ling Han smiled as she lay on his body. The tip of her tongue licked his small n**ples. She slowly worked her way up to his lips and sucked them.
Her red lips were burning hot. Her tongue nimbly pried open his lips and swept across his mouth. He reciprocated by hugging her waist. He closed his eyes tightly and furrowed his brows.
She was different from the past.
Could it be because she had been drugged? Maybe it still affected her temperament even though the poison in her body was detoxified?
It was normal for people who had almost died to change.
It wasn’t until she was a little out of breath that Ling Han let go of Pei Jing and sat up straight. Her hand quickly reached down to Pei Jing’s lower abdomen and grabbed the already swollen meat stick.
As her fingers caressed it, Ling Han’s smile revealed a hint of pride.
“Miss…Ahh… I can’t take it.”
Pei Jing panted heavily and his large hand grabbed her waist. However, he had a pleading expression on his face.
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Taking advantage of her unprepared state, he suddenly sat up and buried his head in her large br*asts.
“Hiss.”
Ling Han sucked in a breath of cold air and unbuttoned her clothes. Her snow-white legs also spread apart, and her nether region was tightly pressed against his meat stick.
Behind the mysterious dense hair, the already wet and muddy flowers had bloomed, revealing a deep hole.
Ling Han carefully aimed and slowly sat down.
Halfway through, she suddenly stopped moving, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Her first time… Why did she feel such a burning pain!
It was so painful that she couldn’t even move!
“Miss?”
Pei Jing raised his head and called out in confusion. When he saw that her brows were almost furrowed into a frown, he immediately understood.
“Don’t worry, let’s take it slow.”
After he finished speaking, he helped Ling Han come off.
The moment the meat stick was pulled away from her, Ling Han took a deep breath again and her body tensed up.
The pain was so deep that it penetrated her soul. She couldn’t endure it.
Back then, she had never been so delicate even when she was on the brink of death.
Without any time to think, a shadow fell over Ling Han. She raised her head and Pei Jing gently kissed her forehead.
“Pretty Miss, don’t be afraid. I’ll dote on you.”
A gentleness that wasn’t there before appeared in Pei Jing’s eyes.
This was their first time.
This time, he would not miss her again.
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Pei Jing’s lips seemed to be burning with flames, igniting a prairie fire on her body as he touched her with his lips.
Ling Han’s gaze gradually became blurry, and her body became even more flooded with her fluids. Pei Jing’s large hand touched her and his fingertip brought up white strands.
“Miss, you’re so wet,” Pei Jing laughed softly.
Under her embarrassed and angry gaze, he sank the meat stick into the innermost part of her body.
“Ah!”