Sir, don't be too bad

Simo was already ready to go, but when he heard her angry words, he immediately growled like a beast king, rolled over and pinned her under him.

Xia Yiwan wants to cry but has no tears.

Why is she so dumb? She knows that this man is like a beast in bed, but she still teases and stimulates him like that.

Just as she was thinking, the man had already held her waist and turned her over.

Back and forth, after more than half an hour of tossing, the two reached the peak at the same time.

"Have you enjoyed it?" Si Mo pressed her down and asked heavily.

Xia Yiwan was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to speak, she closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

"Are you happy?" The man asked persistently.

"..." Didn't she all nod her head?

Didn't hear the expected answer, the man's expression was a little gloomy, he stretched out his hand and stroked it up again: "If you're not happy, let's continue." "Don't..." Xia Yiwan hurriedly opened her eyes, reached out and grabbed Simo's hand.

The man who is close at hand has deep eyes like ink, three-dimensional and perfect facial features, sharp edges and corners, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, so sexy that people have an urge to throw him down.

Of course, Xia Yiwan just thought about it, she really didn't have the strength to pounce.

"You haven't answered the question yet." The man pursed his thin lips tightly, and his deep eyes locked on her expression.

Xia Yiwan was a little ashamed and annoyed: "Why are you like this..."

When she said the phrase "you make me happy, I'll just say it", she didn't feel much.

But now she was asked to answer whether she was happy or not, she really couldn't say it.

Si Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at her, as if as long as she dared to be perfunctory, he would definitely do it again.

Dig a hole and jump by yourself, probably talking about her.

Xia Yiwan thought about it, lowered her brows and eyes in embarrassment, and said in an indistinct voice like a mosquito: "It's great."

Simo looked at the blush on her fair and delicate face, a contented smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and lowered his head to kiss her lightly on the forehead: "It's cool, should it be time to fulfill the promise, eh?"

"..."

How many holes did she dig?

"Don't want to say?" Si Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her with dangerous eyes.

"I said." Xia Yiwan took a deep breath, with an expression of death: "I like a bastard!"

And a super big jerk!

Si Mo snorted coldly: "Replace the bastard."

"..."

"Say it!"

Xia Yiwan was silent for a second, sighed faintly, then stretched out her hands to hold the man's face, pursed her red lips, and kissed the man's thin lips.

"I like you, Simo."

The sweet and glutinous voice floated into Si Mo's ears, three parts soft and seven parts affectionate.

Simo jumped up anxiously.

For her hard-won confession, but also for the deep affection in her words.

With his heart moving, Simo grabbed Xia Yiwan's cherry lips without hesitation.

Then there was another fiery and hearty battle.

This man is rascal!

Xia Yiwan thought drowsily, she had said everything, but he still came again.

I knew she wouldn't say anything.

When Si Mo came out of the bathroom, Xia Yiwan had already fallen asleep hugging the quilt.

She stayed up all night last night, and today she experienced a series of emotional ups and downs, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

--Ahem, this paragraph was written a bit too much, and the review editor deleted more than 100 words, only to find out, I am crying, the key point is that I still can’t remember what I wrote~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~