1843 Dare Not Speak

At this moment, I was still afraid, thinking that a thief had broken into the house.

She punched him angrily, "Didn't you go home?"

No wonder she hasn't replied to her WeChat. It turns out that she has been on the road all the time.

"Before I left, I couldn't say goodbye to you properly, and I was always worried." Han Zhuoling said in a low voice.

Shi Xiaoya gave a strange "Ah", "How could it be? There was obviously a farewell."

Han Zhuoling smiled, "It's like saying goodbye like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wrapped his arms around Shi Xiaoya's waist, and pulled her into his arms.

At the same time, he pressed her against the bathroom door.

Shi Xiaoya was carried up by him, so she could only stand on tiptoe.

In the end, even the toes couldn't touch the ground.

With his hands hooked around the hollows of his knees, he had no choice but to use his waist to stabilize himself.

The whole person can only cling to him with hands and feet like a koala.

Han Zhuoling's men had already stuck up, pressing her tightly against the door, holding her in their palms, ironing the skin under her nightgown.

Because there is heating in the house, it is very warm.

Shi Xiaoya was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, which was smooth and thin, like a second layer of skin, sticking softly to her body, nothing could stop her.

The scorching heat on Han Zhuoling's palm stuck to her skin as if without any cover, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Climbing his strong waist, Shi Xiaoya tightly grasped his shoulders with both hands.

Han Zhuoling's chest was pressed against hers, and he felt that she was not wearing anything in her nightgown, and she felt hot all of a sudden.

Shi Xiaoya just felt his reaction, her tense lower abdomen curled up tightly, and even her toes curled up.

People were kissed harder and harder by him, more and more fierce.

He could still feel Han Zhuoling's scorching breath, spraying more and more heavily on her lips and the tip of her nose, together with his lips, entangled with her.

Han Zhuoling hugged her with one hand, while the other hand trembled a little. He involuntarily reached out to her nightgown and gently pinched it.

Han Zhuoling's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he had never felt so nervous before.

Holding her skirt, she wanted to pull it aside.

Shi Xiaoya felt it, but didn't stop it.

She couldn't speak, and her whole body seemed to be burned by his temperature.

His mind was blank, he couldn't respond to anything, he could only follow him and let him go.

There are also some... who don't want to stop, just want to let nature take its course, let him go.

He gently tore off one shoulder of the skirt, revealing thin and beautiful skin, so white that it seemed to be shining.

Against the background of her dark blue nightgown, it became whiter like milk.

Han Zhuoling couldn't help but want to ask, did she just take a milk bath?

His fingertips followed her shoulders, sliding towards the middle bit by bit.

The more delicate her skin was, the rougher his fingertips seemed, carrying a gurgling electric current.

Shi Xiaoya was so nervous that she even held her breath.

"Xiaoya!" Suddenly, Shinancang's voice sounded again.

Shi Xiaoya froze, and hurriedly hugged Han Zhuoling, not daring to speak.

Why is Shinancang back again?

Isn't he gone?

Really!

Shi Xiaoya wanted to get back the card in Shinan Cang's hand, otherwise she would really be with Han Zhuoling...

How embarrassing for Chen Nancang to come in suddenly!

Now all the heat has subsided.

Shi Xiaoya didn't even care about her disheveled shyness, hugged Han Zhuoling tightly, and asked in a breathy voice, "What... what should I do?"