Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Yihan, Are You Still Mad at Me?
The man closed his eyes gently, a row of eyelashes dark and curled like a feather fan.
His features sharp and chiseled, with an aura of cold aloofness, truly one in a million.
The little woman lying on top of him seemed eager, kissing him while desperately pulling at his clothes, struggling to undo each button of his shirt. Her little hands hurriedly slipped inside, blindly caressing his body.
The little woman’s hands were extremely soft and delicate, touching every inch of him like a feather’s stroke, eliciting a tantalizing tingle.
The man suppressed his breath, allowing the little woman’s hands to lightly roam his upper body, then slowly moved down along the lines of his abdomen towards his trousers.
Without reason, the little woman drew a sharp breath, suddenly leaving his lips to look down.
With his eyes closed, the man dared not move, soon feeling two little hands fumbling with his belt buckle, and within moments his waistband was loose, a high-end custom belt pulled from his waist and tossed aside.
The man’s breath was further suppressed, yet a faint sweat appeared on his forehead.
At this moment, the little woman buried her face in his firm chest, planting little kisses, then slowly unfastened his pants.
As soon as the pants were undone, the little woman’s kissing paused.
She looked down, shocked, her face instantly flushing red.
She raised her head to look at the man who still stubbornly kept his eyes closed.
The face says no, but the body is quite honest.
She looked down again, hesitated a few seconds, then gently lifted her skirt and slowly straddled him.
The man’s hands resting on the sofa suddenly tightened, but the little woman sat down very lightly, gliding against his body, slowly rubbing.
Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead and his breath grew heavy.
The little woman, seeing him nearly at his limit, slowly leaned to his ear and whispered softly, "Yihan, are you still mad at me?"
The warm breath entering his ear, the man didn’t speak, but the veins on his forehead popped with suppression.
Su Ge watched his stubborn demeanor and finally pulled out her trump card; her little hand reached under her skirt and then suddenly, her body sank heavily.
"Ah..."
The little woman was the first to make a sound of unbearable pain, then collapsed atop the man, motionless.
The man seemed to finally exhale, his clenched hands gradually relaxing, then slowly he began to hold the little woman’s slender waist.
"Yihan... I... I can’t..."
The little woman, as if guessing what he wanted to do, bit his ear in refusal.
This position... too...
...she couldn’t bear it...
The man remained silent, merely opening his eyes slightly.
Those eyes that were once filled with coldness now held only a raging inferno.
That blazing fire seemed capable of burning both of their bodies to ash.
"Su Xiaoge, as an adult, you must take responsibility for your actions."
No sooner had the man spoken, a heavy rain began to fall outside.
The swishing sound of rain beating against the car window accompanied the man’s sudden thrust of his body, switching from passive to aggressive, fierce and wild.
The little woman’s face contorted in an instant, burying a pained whimper in his ear, pleading for mercy.
But no matter how she begged him, the man seemingly deaf to her pleas, finally silenced her with his mouth, in the midst of the pounding rain, in the car he devoured and claimed her utterly.