time-limited addiction

Chapter 11
As for take away.

Free time, looking for fun.

Possessiveness and predatory power among men is a fire, and there is no need to light it.

Shen Jing was not quiet all the way, whimpering and clinging, she took off her shoes after a while, "It hurts, I don't wear them anymore."

Her feet lifted and landed on the center console, white and tender.

Zhou Lvchen reached out to hold her ankle and pressed it back.

She frowned, "It hurts, rub it."

Zhou Lvchen pursed his lips into a smile, and then returned to normal, holding the steering wheel and concentrating on driving.

I don't know where her home is, so I took it to the hotel.

She lowered her head and rummaged through her bag, not knowing what she was looking for.

She would come over coquettishly and call him 'Feifei'.

"Drive slowly, Feifei, otherwise I won't invite you to the restaurant."

"Feifei, your car smells really good."

The night was dark, and the breath in the closed compartment was endless, and her 'Feifei' didn't say a word.

When they arrived at the hotel, Shen Jing leaned against the co-pilot feeling sleepy and thirsty. A strong palm wrapped her around her waist and pressed her against her bent arm. The scorching hormonal breath rushed to her face. woke up.

Gradually, her eyes came back, she was straddling Zhou Luchen's waist steadily, and he was holding her high heels and bag in the other hand.

The chin rubbed against the man's shoulder, really strong.

His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

Just now... who did you recognize Zhou Luchen as?

I won't recognize her as a grandmother.

The only one who doesn't want to be embarrassed can only continue to pretend, pretend to be drunk, and don't know anyone.

After entering the suite, Zhou Luchen threw him on the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, and Shen Jing fell into the boundless darkness, but she had a headache and wasn't in the mood to think about anything else.

I vaguely heard footsteps, slaps, the lights in the bathroom came on, and there were sparse sounds of water.

Shen Jing was lying there meditating, how did she get along with Zhou Lu and Shen Si?
The memory suddenly fragmented.

After a while, Zhou Luchen came out from inside.

The only light was also extinguished.

Shen Jing trembled instinctively.

Suddenly he couldn't pretend to be drunk, even though he was stuck in the dark, he really couldn't play tricks in front of Zhou Luchen.

He lifted his lips, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Shen Jing bit her lower lip, "Scared."

He threw away the handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said coldly, "Live by yourself."

When he turned around.

Shen Jing reached out and grabbed his trousers, "How did you find me?"

Zhou Lu snorted, "I'm looking for you?"

"Zhou Lvchen, why is it you." Shen Jing looked up.

She couldn't see Zhou Lushen's expression clearly, but she could feel that he was leaning over and approaching at the moment, his hot breath wrapped around her.

"Remember who I am, huh?"

His voice was muffled.

It was as if something was gnawing at the tip of her heart.

Shen Jing leaned forward and kissed the man's cold lips lightly, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, it seemed not enough, so I added it again.

His lips were thin, cool, and soft.

Zhou Lushen didn't have too much emotion, but his voice was a little joking, "What, do you want to do it?"

Shen Jing raised her head slowly, what?
He raised his hand to turn on the light.

Shining on the cold light, Shen Jing narrowed her eyes.

Zhou Lu's face was sunk in the backlight, and his eyes as deep as a pool were facing her.

"look up."

"I won't lift it." Shen Jing lowered her head as she spoke.

Zhou Lushen grabbed her waistband and pinched her chin with his wet palm. His kiss fell without rules, and as he tasted it, it became more and more ruthless.

Shen Jing almost instinctively supported his arm.

He held down her feet, in a half-kneeling position, and rubbed his palm along the soft line of her side waist to her back.

Through the slightly thinner fabric, the temperature of the man's palm pressed against her back.

She couldn't even breathe, and her whole brain was confused.

Zhou Luchen bit the corner of her mouth, squinted his eyes, and mockingly looked at her bewildered look.

"pant."

She complied.

"Breathe again."

Is Shen Jing not proficient in this skill after all, with a crying voice, it sounds miserable.

(End of this chapter)