Chapter 920 The Last I Love You

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These "I love you" poured into Zhou Yao's eardrums, and he was sober and painful at times. His body was in pain, and his heart was in even more pain...

"Wife...son..." He called her hoarsely and painfully.

Leng Zhiyuan hugged his neck with both hands, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips.

Both of them had the fishy and sweet taste of blood in their mouths. The hot tears in Leng Zhiyuan's eyes flowed into their mouths, adding an unspeakable bitterness, but she hugged him tightly and didn't want to let him go.

The moment she kissed him, Zhou Yao was shocked. His handsome eyebrows frowned into a deep "Chuan" character. The fragrance in his mouth made his whole body sway. There was a feeling that hit his brain and then quickly passed through his lower body.

This kind of ignited desire accelerated the speed of the insects gnawing in his blood. The mixture of these two feelings was almost driving him crazy.

"Go!" He pushed her.

He really didn't want to hurt her.

Leng Zhiyuan pushed him back until they retreated to the corner of the wall. She kissed him while unbuttoning her clothes. She grabbed his big hand and covered it directly.

Zhou Yao was as stiff as a stone. His expression was painful, but his palm moved, and his Adam's apple rolled rapidly again. At this time, she was his best anesthetic.

Leng Zhiyuan pulled off his metal belt, and then jumped between his waist and abdomen with her legs...

The two were nailed to the wall.

Zhou Yao tilted his head back, his mouth was dry, he was like a little fish out of water, almost dying of thirst, closed his eyes tightly, and his eyes were still moving in the thin eyelids.

"Zhou Yao, I love you..." Leng Zhiyuan held his handsome face with her two small hands, and then kissed him randomly. She gently induced him and tempted him, "Close your eyes, don't think about anything, give you to me, I can make you happy... Don't you like this? I like it too. I like to be with you, do this with you... I just want to do this with you..."

She whispered the words he liked to hear in his ear.

...

The two fell on the big bed in sweat. Leng Zhiyuan was held in his strong arms. She felt sticky and uncomfortable, but she was too lazy to move. She felt tired even when she opened her eyelids.

Zhou Yao held her with one hand and fumbled for cigarettes and lighters with the other hand. He took out a cigarette and held it on his lips. He went to light the lighter.

But after pressing a few times, the lighter did not light up.

The lighter in his hand was snatched away by a small hand. Leng Zhiyuan stood up, lit the lighter with a "click", and then lit the cigarette for him personally.

The cigarette lit up, he squinted his eyes and took a puff, then turned his head and blew all the smoke in his mouth on the face of the woman in his arms. He laughed hoarsely, "You've drained my body, and I don't even have the strength to light a lighter."

Leng Zhiyuan's face was red, as if blood was about to flow out. She didn't say anything, and quietly lay on his broad chest.

Zhou Yao took two more puffs of the cigarette, and when the momentum in his body eased, he touched her little face with his right hand holding the cigarette, "Let me see, where did I hit you just now?"

Leng Zhiyuan slapped his big hand away, hiding from him, "I'm fine, this little pain is nothing..."

Zhou Yao's dark eyes stayed on her face. She deliberately hid, and her three thousand black hair spread out messily, blocking her face, but he could still vaguely see her red and swollen right cheek. He hit her hard just now, and there was a clear slap mark on her face, and even the corner of her mouth was broken.

Her well-behaved appearance coupled with these injuries made her look both taboo and pitiful. He felt sweet and sour in his heart, and at the same time, the energy that had just subsided began to stir again.

"I also kicked your stomach..." He stroked her little face with his rough fingertips, trying to lift the quilt to check her injuries.

But Leng Zhiyuan didn't let him, she covered the quilt tightly, "I said it's okay, I've been injured before, and I'm not a delicate person... I... I'm not wearing clothes, don't try to take advantage of me... Um!"

Her little mouth was held by him.

There was a strong smell of tobacco in his mouth, which was a bit choking when it was poured into her mouth. He kissed her forcefully, and she twisted her eyebrows but was addicted to his strong and domineering power...

After poking her hard a few times, he reluctantly let her go. He bit her little earlobe with a bad heart and cursed, "I really want to die on you!"

Leng Zhiyuan breathed quickly and pushed him away with a clenched fist.

The man's heavy body fell back to the head of the bed. His strong skeleton even made a "creaking" sound when it hit the head of the bed. He squinted his narrow eyes and continued to smoke.

Leng Zhiyuan drew circles on his chest with her slender index finger, and there was a hint of charm in her voice, "Zhou Yao, everyone says you were very naughty when you were a child. Why were you so naughty?"

"Hehe," Zhou Yao laughed, "I don't know... Maybe the old man has too high expectations of me since I was a child. He always controls me, but the more he controls me, the more I want freedom. I always go against him."

"Grandpa is doing this for your own good."

"I know." Zhou Yao glanced at her sideways, "What about you? How were you when you were a child?"

"As for me, I was very well-behaved when I was a child. I listened to my father and my eldest brother very much. However, perhaps because of my family, those girls didn't dare to play with me, and I didn't know how to communicate with them. Over time, I had no friends, and my temperament became cold and... withdrawn."

"Then how did you fall in love with Ye Ziyi?" he asked suddenly.

She wanted to talk to him nicely, but he talked about Ye Ziyi in less than three sentences. She had to roll her eyes and said, "How did Han Xuan like you?"

Zhou Yao stared at her with his eyelids lowered, which meant---you dare to talk back?

Leng Zhiyuan pursed her red lips and snorted.

Zhou Yao took the last puff of his cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the bedside cabinet. He moved his body and turned over to her.

Leng Zhiyuan blushed and scolded him, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Yao leaned over and kissed her swollen right cheek, "You thought about it again."

"You!" It was only a few minutes of rest.

"Just now, you were so charming." He praised her in her ear without sparing words.

Leng Zhiyuan felt sweet and satisfied in her heart. She stopped struggling and let the man on her get what he wanted.

She looked at Zhou Yao, and she described his handsome features in her mind. She thought she would remember his appearance forever, including now, when he was breathing turbid air and sweating on her body.

She closed her eyes gently, and a soft and tender arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Yao couldn't hold on any longer, and kissed her red lips and called her hurriedly, "Wife..."

His brain was empty at that moment, like fireworks exploding, he pressed heavily on her, obsessed with her soft fragrance, her body temperature, everything about her...

He was really too intoxicated, without defense, men are most vulnerable at such a moment, so when he felt a pain in his neck, he quickly woke up.