Chapter 409 She Took the Initiative to Flirt With Him
now how he suddenly thought of asking Liang Yimò this question. At first, when he heard Yao Mingna talking about it in the company, he didn't care, how come he cared nowNever mind, I won't ask. It's p...Tong Yimo gasped lightly, her hands suddenly wrapping around Leng Yechen's neck.
He lowered his head slightly following the pull of her arm, but more so, he was yielding to her body.
Tong Yimo tiptoed up, suddenly and quickly kissing him on the lips.
This extremely light, extremely pure kiss was like a dragonfly landing on water, almost not giving him time to feel the softness of her lips.
Leng Ye stared blankly at Tong Yimo, a pair of hazy black eyes flashing with surprise.
He stared at the woman still clinging to him, her small face flushed crimson. A sudden tingling sensation, like a faint electric shock, coursed through his heart.
At this moment, his heart, overwhelmed with surprise, suddenly throbbed with excitement.
Tong Yimo still bowed her head, almost burying her entire face in his arms. She softly agreed, “Big Brother, I will be a good wife to you and won’t do anything to disappoint you.”
Therefore, he didn't want him to misunderstand her again and do some impulsive things, lest he would upset himself again.
Actually, this sentence should have come from him.
He will be a good husband to her and would never do anything to hurt her.
Cold Night's lips curled into a slight smirk as he gazed at her with ambiguous eyes: "I want to do things with you right now, but I hope you'll take the initiative."
"Here" Tong Yimo was stunned.
Late in the night, Chen Wan chuckled softly and hugged her up horizontally.
She was very light to him, he seemed to lift her back to the room without any effort at all.
At the moment the door closed, Tong Yimo felt like her brain had just seized up
In the early morning, I made breakfast for him like a good little wife, but all he wanted to do was sleep with me!
Last night, she was still struggling to keep him from falling asleep so easily...
Now, he actually wants her to make the first move!
She knew that a couple in bed would do things that made people blush, but she had no idea what those things were.
After all, she had no experience, at most she could only strip and lie there waiting to be favored.
Tong Yimuo thought for a moment, her willow brows slightly arched, and her hazy eyes suddenly became playful in an instant.
Does he really want her, huh
She released the ring from his neck, her fingers trailing downwards to settle on the seam of his pajama shirt.
Her snowy white touch gently undid the few buttons he had haphazardly fastened, each one coming loose as his shirt naturally drifted open on either side. This revealed two firm and sensual muscles across his chest.
Unlike three years ago, Leng Yechen's complexion is now slightly pale, but it's not the kind of weak paleness. It leans more towards a healthy wheatish color.
Before her, the muscular chest rose and fell with his breath. Just looking at it made Tong Yimo inexplicably swallow her saliva.
No, no!
Be reasonable!
Tong Yimo took a deep breath, her palms sweating nervously.
But Leng Yechen stood motionless before her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, allowing her to toy with his body.
"Big brother, that... you... you're too tall..." Tong Yimo stood on tiptoes for a long time with bare feet before finally speaking.
Leng Ye Shen smiled knowingly, acquiescing to her suggestion and sitting directly on the edge of the bed.
His dark eyes stared at her without blinking, as if he also wanted to understand what this little woman of his could accomplish next.
She flirts but never gets anything done!
Tong Yimo supported herself with both hands on the headboard, kneeling on one knee between his legs. Relying on her intuition, she slowly leaned closer.
Her lips, lightly falling upon his crown, then tracing kisses from the fullness of his forehead.
Kiss after kiss, soft and gentle, tracing his facial contours, moving all the way down.
Her lips curved into a faint smile, touching his eyes, nose, mouth, and Adam's apple...
Every descent is exquisitely gentle, innocent and pure, not like a kiss at all.
"Big brother, do you like this feeling" Tong Yimo blinked her eyes, looking at Leng Yeshen's eyes with tenderness like water. The breath she exhaled from her lips sprinkled on his face, especially sweet.
Her posture, straddling the line between innocence and sensuality, coupled with her slightly awkward movements, lifted Cold Night's spirits.
Every inch of his body seemed to be filled with the sensation of her soft lips, her alluring scent lingering in his breath. His originally clear and tranquil black eyes gradually shone with light as she kissed him, a wave of heat surging within him.
She seduced him with such ease.
"Yimo, I need you." Leng Yechen choked out the words, his voice hoarse with passion. He lowered his gaze to the woman burying her head in his arms.
Her gentle little hand was slowly reaching into his pajamas, her fingertips hooking onto the waistband and gently pulling it down. Her touch, both intentional and unintentional, sent his breathing into a slight disarray.
"Brother…" Tong Yimo slightly raised her eyes, gazing at him with a pair of clear and bright eyes. Her expression was particularly gentle, her rosy lips moistened by saliva, glistening with luster, "Are you sure you want me"
Leng Ye Chen slid his Adam's apple: "Well, I'm sure."
"That..." Tong Yimo's lips curled into a slight smile, deliberately drawing out the last syllable.
15411/41882784imo immediately looked at Leng Zhujing with surprise. 。"The younger brother who shares the same father but different mother," 。"No wonder, I thought he looked a bit like you." 。Tong Yi Mo slightly til...