214

n I thought again, that's not right!Take a shower!He widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at his own brother with accusation in them. He had known his brother's true nature since he was a child - on...Chapter Name: 214

She dared not struggle any longer, panting heavily as she whispered, "Rong Ling, it's bleeding!"

The man was very busy, gnawing at her full chest, unwilling to let go, the other big hand eagerly tugging at her panties, intending to open her last gate.

"I said, there's blood pouring from the wound on your shoulder!" She plunged her fingers into his hair and shoved his stubborn head, which was as hard as a drill bit.

"Don't worry!" the man, already consumed by lust, mumbled as he buried himself between her tempting curves.

"Don't give me any of that crap!" she spat, tugging at his hair with all her might. The man had short hair, and she barely got a hold of it before the strands slipped right through her fingers.

"Rong Ling!" she growled.

"Stop it!" he slapped her butt hard. "You have the energy, why don't you say something else to me!"

The burning lips, in a flash, pressed against her smooth belly. She trembled, immediately letting out a high-pitched moan of pleasure.

He was extremely satisfied, kneading her plump little butt with his big hand and mumbling praise: "Good, just like that, keep calling, I like..."

She was so angry she couldn't even speak, "Like you! As if!"

Instantly, she let out another cry, but it turned out to be her panties that had failed to hold their ground, finally pulled down by him. The scorching hand immediately pressed against the butt wearing a small pair of underpants, causing her to shiver sensitively. Yet in her eyes, she saw scarlet blood flowing from beneath the rectangular gauze, running down his chest.

She bit her lip hard, the stinging sensation of blood finally causing her to erupt like a lit firecracker. Gathering all her strength, she crashed into Rong Ling with a forceful shove, sending him sprawling onto the bed. A man consumed by desire always had a lower fighting capacity. Easily taken advantage of by Lin Meng, Rong Ling narrowed his eyes, a flash of ferocity passing through them!

At this point, no one can stop him from eating meat!

He grabbed her arm, preventing her from running away, and pretended to sit up.

"Don't move!" She sat on him like a cat, her small hand slapping down onto his bare chest.

“You’re bleeding, treat your wound immediately!” She looked at him sternly. That cool and refined demeanor, however, burned into him, making the pain below feel like he wanted to crash into her.

"Don't worry, he won't die!" His tone started to become impatient, and he made a move to get up.

This stubborn and valiant spirit is really something that makes Lin Meng both angry and amused!

"I can give you!" A delicate hand pressed against his chest. She licked her luscious red lips and proposed a condition. "But first, you have to let me stop the blood on your shoulder!"

Rong Ling glanced at his shoulder and, for once, rolled his eyes childishly.

"Alright!" he replied, sitting up a little, his long arms reaching out to grab the medicine and bandages from the nightstand. He shoved them all into Lin Meng's hands in a hurry, urging him, "Hurry!"

He himself peeled back the gauze that was soaked through with red blood, not even raising an eyebrow, as if he didn't feel a thing. Seeing Lin Meng gently wiping away the bloodstains, he found her too slow and simply picked up the gauze to wipe it off himself, ending it there. This left her speechless.

"Hurry and take your medicine!" he urged in a hoarse voice.

She was flustered by his eagerness, her cheeks flushed and hands trembling as she applied the medicine and replaced the bandage. He hastily shoved those scattered things back onto the nightstand.

"There you go!"

As he spoke, he held her buttocks and was about to press against his desire, eager to charge into battle. His body also sat up again, wanting to embrace her in his arms for convenience.

"Don't move!" she said, her face flushed and her eyes darting nervously around, avoiding his gaze as she lowered her head.

He was taken aback, a hint of surprise crossing his face. But this surprise was quickly overwhelmed by the softness pressing against him from behind. The gentle rub of those two mounds against his chest sent shivers down his spine, almost making him lose control.

"Don't move!" she commanded in a soft voice, her tone tinged with a slight tremor of emotion. She was actually so embarrassed that she desperately wanted to run away immediately, but this man's brute strength was right there, and she had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"If this wound keeps bleeding, I swear I won't give you anything!" She was afraid that if this man lost control, he wouldn't know his limits, so she had to add another sentence.

Rong Ling's hand tightened, fiercely gripping her slender waist!

This woman!

His heart skipped a beat, what should he say to her He had felt her kindness all night and couldn't bear to let her go!

"You're mine!" he growled, his voice raspy.

"Shut up!" she said, her swollen lips pressing against his to silence him. Her small hand, slick with sweat, trembled slightly as it slid down his waist.

He moaned softly, being stimulated unbearably. Where her small hands touched, there was a faint electric current that slid over him, electrifying him to the point where he wanted to take her directly, but had to grit his teeth and hold back, waiting for this woman's next move.

She strained with all her might, finally managing to pull down his trousers. By now, she was drenched in sweat. Looking up, she saw the man staring at her with deep, intense eyes. His dark pupils were like the finest aged wine, almost making her lose herself in them.

This man was already handsome, but now he exuded an aura of sensuality. A lazy smile played on his lips, and he was utterly irresistible. She swallowed nervously, and seeing her reaction, he smirked mischievously, a raspy voice leaving his lips.

"Continue!"

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering shyly, casting a beautiful shadow beneath her eyes. He reached out, mesmerized, and touched them, causing her breaths to grow heavier. The rough texture of his fingers made her eyelids twitch and her heart beat faster. This uncontrollable feeling was utterly chaotic!

"Don't move!" she whispered angrily.

He ignored her, merely squinting his eyes and staring at her intently.

She blushed even deeper, gritting her teeth and pulling down her panties. He felt it now, the sensation with absolutely no barrier, and let out a guttural growl as her narrow hips thrust upwards suggestively, challenging her with a primal yell.

"Don't move!" she gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Sweat dripped down her flushed cheeks, and her small hand pinched him angrily.

A glimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he conceded, no longer moving. However, once on the battlefield, it would take more than words to keep him still; only death could silence him.

She tried to swallow him, her tiny butt rubbing back and forth against his massive form, but she just couldn't get it down. Sweat poured down her face, but she still hadn't made any progress. She was getting desperate, and he couldn't stand to watch anymore!

Stupid woman!

He muttered under his breath, his voice a kind whisper guiding her. "Use your hands!"

She trembled, her blood-red ears twitching. She let out a soft "Oh," and she was just so adorable. The smile in his eyes deepened, but the next second, it vanished. This foolish woman was truly reckless, grabbing onto his fatal weakness. His face twitched, he groaned softly, feeling both pleasure and agitation!

She was startled and stole a glance at him. Her little hand loosened slightly, afraid of hurting him. Seeing that he didn't have any other expression, she thought for a moment and began to continue. But his massive object was so ferocious, she just couldn't fit it in. Usually, she found it easy to get in. Why was it so difficult when it was in her hands!

She bit her lip and reluctantly let go of his hand.

He stiffened, his eyes blazing as he glared at her. "Continue!"

"I hurt…" She looked at him pitifully, pleading softly, "How about we just forget it"

How could this be!

Rong Ling glared at her with fierce eyes and gave her a withering look. He grabbed her arm and pulled her upwards. Afraid of weighing him down, she awkwardly knelt on his body. He moved quickly, his hot hand sliding along her buttocks and his long fingers following close behind, probing expertly.

"Mmm—" She shivered with stimulation, her waist softening as she collapsed onto his stomach.

"Just get it wet..." he murmured, guiding her, stifling the intoxicating sensation as his long fingers teased in and out, quickly adding another.

She lowered her head, her long hair cascading down her face, not daring to look at him. She lay there like a turtle hiding in its shell, afraid to move. Only the low moans and the occasional trembling of her little bottom betrayed that she was far from indifferent.

He finally entered her, a muffled roar escaping his lips as he seized a clump of her breast, the sensation driving him to ecstasy. That hot, honeyed patch was almost killing him!

"Come on, little one, move!" he urged eagerly.

She remained silent, still hiding her face and lowering her head behind her hair. However, her little butt twitched. He hummed contentedly, but slowly began to find the posture unsatisfactory.

"Good girl, sit up!" He liked to see her sitting on him, her black hair cascading down, wrapped in her smooth white skin. She was both innocent and seductive, like a little temptress.

She shook her head. No way, that's too embarrassing!

He began to reach out and grab her, but she was a little panicked and pushed his hand away. But he was strong, and in the position where they were, he intended to help her sit up.

"Um... I... I'll do it myself..." she whimpered softly.

Only then did he let go, but she, like a slippery fish, scrambled off him and jumped away, running under the bed.

"Woman!" he roared, his voice thick with anger and frustration, on the verge of exploding.

She grabbed her sweater and pulled it up slightly to cover her chest, blushing and mumbling, "Could you turn off the light"

Only then did he let out a breath of relief! If she dared to run away like that, he wouldn't let her off the hook today!

She turned her head and asked him, "Where is the opening!"

He held back a finger-pointing gesture, only able to endure the burning desire that was about to explode with both frustration and urgency. He watched as that damned little woman skipped away, her pale, tender buttocks exposed, to turn off the lights.

He waited, a hateful vow forming in his mind. He would teach her a lesson, just wait!

When the lights went out, the room plunged into darkness. But now it was almost dawn, and it wasn't that dark outside. The objects in the room could be seen with effort. She thought this would cover up some of her shyness and embarrassment, so she blushed and sat back on him, swallowing his desire again, following his lead, slowly rising and falling. Unbeknownst to her, this man had exceptional vision and incredibly strong night vision. Rong Lin suppressed a smile, gazing leisurely at the beautiful body before him, like a goddess. His eyes lingered on her face, her chest, and even her abdomen, enjoying her movements with satisfaction.

She was thoroughly exhausted tonight, barely having any energy left. She moved for a bit, then refused to budge anymore, panting heavily and shuffling around erratically. At first, he found it kind of amusing, holding back from diving in and cooperating with her. But as she kept tormenting him again and again, he couldn't take it anymore. When she whined and stammered, suggesting he let her help him finish the rest of the way by hand, he immediately drew the line.

This is not how I want to end things, there's no way!

He clamped his hands around her waist, and her firm torso immediately started to thrust violently up and down like it was powered by a motor. She was being driven so forcefully that she almost felt like she would be flung away, yet in the next instant, he'd pull her back down with equal force. The intensity of it all terrified her into screaming and begging for him to stop, confessing her wrongs repeatedly. She promised she would follow his original plan if he just let up, but the man was consumed by desire and wouldn't be swayed by anything else. Besides, he found doing things this way much more satisfying. He wanted to do whatever he pleased, setting his own pace completely.

"Self-reliance leads to a life of abundance, doesn't it"

So, in the end, she was thoroughly subdued by him. When it was over, her voice was hoarse and she couldn't even make a sound, only letting out a muffled groan before collapsing on top of him, falling asleep.

He was still dissatisfied, holding her face and biting her soft lips, muttering unhappily: "You're too weak!"

At this moment, the sky was already half-bright. He caressed and nibbled on her body with great interest for a while before letting go of her fragrant form when someone arrived with clothes. He grabbed a set of clothes and helped her put them on, then carried her into the small bedroom next door, allowing her to sleep with her little one.

He might have people coming over soon, and with her naked, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to have her around. Even if she was dressed, he wouldn't want her staying in bed. She looked particularly alluring after their intimacy, radiating an indescribable aura of temptation. Ten men would see her and nine would be moved; it was a beauty that absolutely couldn't be seen by outsiders!

His woman, he had to hide her well!

There, on his shoulder, it had been bleeding for a while, and he'd already felt it. But at that moment, he was having such a good time exercising, who would care about something so trivial!

He took the medicine and other things placed aside, re-opened the gauze that had been soaked in blood again, wiped away the blood around it, applied medicine, and put a new gauze on top. He could just leave it be, but what if that little woman saw it later She would definitely get angry. To deal with her, he had to pretend everything was fine!re flushed a delicate pink, her eyes drunk with a hazy allure. Her face held a semblance of both intoxication and bewilderment. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he gently squeezed her cheek,...