bestfiction Chapter 253 Her lips are only soft when kissing.
Chapter 253 Her lips are only soft when kissing.
An Ying felt like her lips were going numb from his sucking.
She sobbed and tried to push him away.
But his hands were held tightly together.
Raise it high above your head.
Fu Chengli loosened his tie and bound her hands together, then leaned close to her ear, his voice low and hoarse.
"I've told you before, I don't like you being with other men."
His kisses quickly left marks on her fair neck.
An Ying struggled to escape.
Suddenly, the world spun around, and Fu Chengli pulled An Ying up.
Hug him, sit on his firm, solid lap.
The leather seats in the back were very cold.
An Ying's smooth legs were chilled and she shivered.
Fu Chengli held her waist tightly, refusing to let go and giving her no room to escape.
An Ying was unable to move, and the corners of her eyes were red.
"I'm not with another man, you're framing me!!"
Fu Chengli grabbed her hand.
"Then why don't you wear the diamond ring I gave you?"
An Ying was speechless: "I..."
She felt extremely wronged.
She hadn't expected that Fu Chengli would care so much about not wearing a ring.
That ring, the diamond is too big, it's very inconvenient to wear.
Moreover, An Ying had even deeper concerns.
She knew that she and Fu Chengli were different.
She has always been a very thoughtful person.
With such strong opposition from both families, will they be able to get married smoothly and live a good life together in the future?
An Ying felt increasingly uncertain about herself.
She was recuperating in Yecheng, where she was carefully cared for by Fu Chengli every day.
She seemed to be living in a honey pot.
Back in the northern part of the city, I realized just how great the obstacles in reality were.
She didn't want to flaunt such an expensive ring in public before things were even settled.
He bought the ring with love for her in his heart.
It was proof of his love for her, not a tool for her to show off.
She thought that one day in the future, when she could stand rightfully by his side, she would talk about it then.
However, Fu Chengli was different.
He was a carefree playboy who never cared about what others thought.
She wanted to keep a low profile, but he insisted on being high-profile.
She could tell from the moment the two of them were besieged by the media after landing at Beicheng Airport.
An Ying's hands were tightly bound by a tie, so she could only wipe her tears with the tie on her wrist.
Anyway, it's his tie.
Serves them right for getting it dirty.
An Ying held back her sobs and said softly, "Can't I even control my own hands? You gave me the ring, I can wear it whenever I want. Not wearing the ring doesn't mean I'm pretending to be single, nor does it mean I want to flirt with other men. Fu Chengli, we're both adults. Don't you even have this much trust in me? If you don't trust me, then we're not suitable."
Fu Chengli took a deep breath, and the expression on his face finally softened a bit.
Terrible.
Her small, quick-witted mouth.
It's only soft when kissing.
They came up with a series of arguments, all presented logically and with evidence.
How dare she say they're not a good match?!
He silently protected her for so many years; every smile and frown of hers was etched in his heart.
Their souls are in harmony.
They fit together even better in bed.
They were destined to be a married couple.
Fu Chengli moved his hand away from her waist and slowly rubbed and caressed her legs.
"No, we're a good match, a perfect match."
Long, slender fingers lifted and parted the skirt. The bottom.
An Ying froze, gritting her teeth: "Take your hand away!"
How dare he bully her at a time like this!
An Ying's cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she was about to cry. Her voice was broken as she said, "I...I really...I'm going to get angry. You...you stop..."
Fu Chengli gave a casual "hmm".
He removed his hand.
It wasn't moved.
But they went up.
He slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt.
He pulled her collar askew.
Fu Chengli stared at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
He stared intently at An Ying's increasingly dazed expression.
I don't want to miss a single second.
Until An Ying collapsed, limp in her arms.
She leaned on his shoulder, breathing heavily, unable to recover for a long time.
A deep, powerful male voice came from above.
"Goodness, still have the energy? Want to try again?"