The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

Li Jingxing kept asking for more from her as if he was on stimulants, his strong and firm arms wrapped around her so tightly that she was almost suffocated and couldn't breathe.

The man showed her how capable he was by his actions.

All night long, the man's bedroom was filled with the sound of a woman crying, her voice choked with sobs, broken and suppressed.

The sound of a woman crying could be heard in the bedroom, as if she was in pain or suppressing something.

It was not until a white belly appeared on the horizon that the man got off the woman with a satisfied look on his face.

The bedroom was in a state of disarray.

Li Jingxing's handsome face was filled with an extreme ambiguity mixed with a hint of restraint of desire.

A pair of deep eyes are filled with the beauty of lust.

The man lay on his side on the bed. He raised his hand to smooth away the woman's wet and messy hair, tucked the hair on her forehead behind her ears, then picked her up and walked straight to the bathroom.

The man lowered his head to glance at the person in his arms. Qiao Yan frowned, closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Her thick long eyelashes were filled with tears, and her pretty little face was covered with tear marks, looking pitiful and sympathetic.

Like a broken, exquisite Barbie doll.

Too squeamish.

It was broken after just a few tries.

The man's desire was like a floodgate that could not be closed. He was very lustful and after touching this woman's body, he became addicted to it and could never get enough.

After systematic research and study, he can find 360 different ways to torment the woman in his arms.

But Qiao Yan's physical strength was totally not enough for him to play.

There was a sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom.

Li Jingxing carried the person out. Qiao Yan was so tired that she didn't want to move at all. She grabbed the bed and wanted to climb up, but was pulled over by the man.

The man frowned and said in a low voice: "Blow dry your hair."

Li Jingxing pulled Qiao Yan over forcefully, grabbed her and stopped her from running away, then lifted her up by the waist and held her to sit on his lap. The woman had a soft body, and her skin was white, delicate, and soft, making her look like a harmless little white rabbit.

The man grabbed a bath towel and wrapped her tightly and placed her on his lap. He put his big hands into her thick hair, picked up the hair dryer and started to blow her hair.

Qiao Yan just felt uncomfortable all over, and she was so sleepy that her eyelids began to droop.

Li Jingxing held her waist with his arms, frowning, and scolded her sternly: "You don't want to blow dry your hair, will you have a headache tomorrow when you wake up?"

The woman, with tears still on her face, nestled in his arms pitifully. She wilted and began to blame the man for not being frugal: "It's all your fault. You have to do it so late."

He responded perfunctorily, but his hands did not stop moving: "Well, it's all my fault."

After drying her hair, the man laid her on the bed and casually rolled her up into the quilt.

Qiao Yan has been spoiled since she was a child. The servants in the family served her very well. When Li Jingxing "married" her, she would ask him to blow her hair at night.

Sticks to men like a plaster.

As soon as Qiao Yan rolled into the bed, she curled herself up comfortably, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Under the dim light, the woman was extremely sleepy, with long and thick eyelashes. She looked very cute and adorable when she was asleep, just like a good child.

There is no longer the aggressiveness, arrogance and mischief of the daytime.

She is very beautiful, a rare beauty in the world, a beauty from skin to bones.

There were many men in Beijing who admired her, but she was the only one who fell into the hands of Li Jingxing.