The beloved one of the rich brother

After a moment of silence, he gently stroked her messy hair, patted her back lightly, and said in a low and deep voice, "Okay, go and have a rest. I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow."

After the passionate kiss just now, Wen Yiyu's fair and flawless skin now had a faint blush, her moisturized lips were as tender as rose petals, and her big, seductive eyes flickered.

Although her breathing had calmed down, her face showed an unsatisfied look. She climbed onto his shoulders with both hands, tilted her face closer to him, and muttered, "One more kiss, brother!", and then her soft lips touched the corner of his lips.

The girl's voice was very soft and tender, her tone sounded like both a coquettish and a command, and the word "brother" made him tremble all over.

The fire in my body that I had suppressed with great difficulty seemed to be burning again.

What was even more fatal was that although her movements were obviously clumsy, she was eager and enthusiastic, like a studious and motivated child, imitating his movements and kissing him non-stop.

She wrapped her long legs around his waist, climbed on him with her hands, leaned close to him, and even stuck out her tongue to tease him clumsily.

Huo Chengluo, who had calmed down, suddenly had his breathing disordered. He held the enthusiastic and proactive girl who rushed towards him steadily with both hands, turning from passive to active, gradually deepening the kiss and exchanging each other's breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Huo Chengluo used all his strength to endure and stopped, actively distanced the two of them, and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Okay, it's time to go to rest!"

Wen Yiyu hugged his neck, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, and breathed slightly. She was somewhat dissatisfied with such a rational and self-controlled man, and her tone was tinged with resentment when she spoke.

"You're such a killjoy! Why do you keep urging me to take a rest?"

"I agreed to pursue you, aren't you happy?"

She was so excited about their confirmed relationship that she wanted to stick to him almost every minute, but why was he so calm and kept urging her to rest?

Huo Chengluo's deep eyes were filled with emotion. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to adjust his disordered breathing. God knows how much endurance he used to restrain the desire in his heart.

Little did he know that this enthusiastic, proactive, yet naive girl was still hanging on him, accusing him with a resentful look on her face.

They were both wearing delicate, smooth and light silk two-piece pajamas, with the girl in his arms. At this moment, their postures were even more intimate, with their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Not only could he feel her graceful figure, but her sweet scent lingered in his nostrils. Pure and ignorant, she clung to him passionately, seducing him silently and ignorantly.

He had to rely on his strong self-control to get rid of the beauty in his mind. Otherwise, if he continued like this, he couldn't guarantee that he could still endure it, and he was afraid that his life would be in her hands.

He silently tightened his arms and walked out of the bathroom carrying the girl hanging on him.

Unable to wait for his response, Wen Yiyu became even more anxious, "Why don't you say anything?"

Huo Chengluo bent down to put her on the bed, and she hugged his neck tightly and refused to let go.

Huo Chengluo had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. Wen Yiyu quickly nestled into his arms and kept asking, "Speak. Are you unhappy?"

He sighed to himself, "How could I be unhappy?"

He stroked her cheek with his big hand, gently caressing her soft skin with his fingertips, smiling, "Yi Yi agreed to be my girlfriend."

Wen Yiyou was immediately overjoyed, but she still snorted deliberately, "Why do you look unhappy? I took the initiative to stick to you, but you still want to chase me away?"

"You have just recovered, shouldn't you rest early?"

Wen Yiyou grabbed his hand and shook it, "No. I'm not sleepy yet."

He insisted, "No, go to bed early."

She persisted, and said in a soft and coquettish voice, "I don't, let's chat!"

"We will have plenty of time in the future, so there is no rush to chat."

Wen Yiyou curled her lips, not hiding her thoughts at all, staring at his thin lips and making a request, "Then I want a kiss."

Huo Chengluo couldn't help but smile at the girl's boldness and straightforwardness. He scratched her nose with his finger and said, "You are so shameless!"

"What do you mean?" Wen Yiyou was angry, "Don't you like me?"

If you like someone, wouldn’t you be obsessed with the smell of that person?

Do you like to cling to him, hug and kiss him? Why does he still dislike it?

"I like it. Of course I don't like it." He kissed her forehead with his thin lips, his voice low and gentle, "But, Yiyi, don't be impatient. Let's take it step by step."

Facing the man's calmness and self-control, she couldn't help but wonder, "No, I think you must not like me enough. When you said you liked me and wanted to pursue me, were you just saying it on a whim?"

Huo Chengluo raised his eyebrows, "Why do you think so?"

"If you like me, would you still refuse to kiss me?" Wen Yiyou became more and more depressed the more he thought about it, and complained: "I agreed to your pursuit, but you can be so calm? You don't even show any ecstasy."

Huo Chengluo was silent for a moment, then pondered, "How to express ecstasy?" He paused, "Does it mean to hug and lift him up and spin around?"

Before he finished speaking, Huo Chengluo suddenly picked up Wen Yiyu and stood up, spinning on the spot.

"Ah... Wow!" Wen Yiyu exclaimed unexpectedly, and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly. Her expression suddenly turned from gloomy to bright, and a bright smile appeared on her happy face. Then a silver bell-like laugh rang out, "Hahaha..."

After a few crazy spins, before she could react, her eyes suddenly blurred and she was thrown down on the bed.

Before she could come to her senses, the man leaned forward and pressed on her, his hot breath rushing towards her like a gust of wind, swallowing her up in an instant.

Wandering and intertwining, from light to heavy, lingering and sad, from fierce to gentle, rubbing ears and temples, the long kiss makes people indulge in it.

When they separated, their breathing was disordered. Wen Yiyu opened her blurry eyes. He was staring at her deeply, with an obscure meaning in his eyes that she could not quite understand.

His upper body was slightly raised, his strong chest heaving, but his lower body was tightly pressed against her.

There seemed to be a constant stream of heat burning in her lower abdomen, and it also brought with it a sense of oppression that could not be ignored. The heat was unbearable and made her feel uncomfortable.

She moaned and couldn't help but push him away, twisting her body unnaturally.

He buried his face in her hair, breathing secretly, grabbed her wrist, put it on one side, and held her tighter, "Don't move!"

The man's voice was unusually hoarse, and her heart skipped a beat. "You..." She opened her mouth hesitantly, not knowing what to say, and her heart began to pound like a drum again.

After a short silence, he closed his eyes and turned over to lie on the side. Wen Yiyu turned sideways without a pause and moved closer to his arms.

He took the initiative to hug her back, holding her in his arms, his voice hoarse and hoarse, "Do you feel your brother's ecstasy?"

She rested her head on his chest, rubbing it gently like a clingy cat. When she heard his question, she giggled happily, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her face full of satisfaction and joy.