QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Republic of China Prostitute x Chaebol's Second Young Master (15)

"Hmm... hurry up." He was so slow and couldn't stop the itching at all, but made her want more, covering his hands, allowing him to knead her breasts more vigorously.

Wu Weilun was almost unbearable by Liu Zi's initiative. Each draw goes to the deepest point, fully inserts, and then completely exits. Liu Zi felt that her pussy was empty but satisfying, alternating back and forth in contentment, even the obscene water gurgling down the direct current that was poked by the meat stick, and the slight cooing sound when the flesh was slapping and mating.

The thigh was moistened with transparent and sticky juice, and every angle of the inner wall was hit by Wu Weilun. It was hot and numb, and every time he pumped there was a flattering cry: "Ah...um...ah..."

She stretched out her hand to make a hug gesture, Wu Weilun immediately fell down and let her hug him.

Liu Zi lifted her head, found his lips, and kissed him.

Liu Zi's kiss was disorderly, stirring Wu Weilun's tongue, sucking the body fluid from his mouth. Wu Weilun hugged her tightly. Whenever he sucked her, he pushed into the depths of her small holes, causing Liu Zi to tremble, arching her body unconsciously to accept him.

Several times, Liu Zi couldn't breathe smoothly when she was topped. She felt that her fleshy hole was pushed to the extreme every time, and as Wu Weilun thrust, the tender flesh was turned back and forth.

Wu Weilun was addicted to this sex, Liu Zi's groaning sound was endless, low and slightly turning, the ending was lightly hooked, like a grinning little fairy.

"Oh...no...ah..." He bit Liu Zi's lips sharply. Liu Zi felt a tingling sensation and trembled again. Liu Zi was attacked by him in many places, and she couldn't say a complete word. He kept going inside her lips and her private parts, eroding her senses in waves. After a while, she could only moan with Wu Weilun's teasing.

Liu Zi relaxed herself to accept Wu Weilun completely, no matter how Wu Weilun tossed her, she fully cooperated.

The two of them kept doing it at noon. Liu Zi had almost fainted, and her whole body felt like she had been fished out of the water. Her back and chest were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Want... to drink water..." Liu Zi lay on the bed, her white skin covered with hickeys, her throat a little hoarse, and she pointed to the tea that was placed on the table not far away.

Wu Weilun just felt refreshed. He went to the table and took the tea. The hot tea that had been left for the whole morning had already cooled down. Wu Weilun poured it into the teacup and was about to feed Liu Zi, but suddenly stopped.

He put the tea into his mouth, and the cold tea could not stop the heat of his tongue. Wu Weilun sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Liu Zi, pinching her cheeks with one hand to make her open her lips.

Leaning down, the two of them were still slightly apart, and he poured the warmer tea that had been inside his mouth into hers.

The tea seems to smell of body fluid, sweet and greasy. Liu Zi didn't care about anything else, her dry mouth was waiting for the water to moisturize, and now this tea was like nectar to her.

Just one drink was not enough, Wu Weilun fed several bites in a row before Liu Zi shook her head.

There was a different kind of tacit understanding between the two. At least Liu Zi's eyes looking at Wu Weilun were warmer than before, and she would discuss anything with him. And Wu Weilun also enjoyed this feeling very much. Before Liu Zi was too independent, she now has a certain attachment to him.

The next day, Liu Zi went to work at the newspaper arranged by Wu Weilun. She is wearing a fashionable coat and a new style dress. Her own temperament is that of literature and art. With this dress, she is more like returning from overseas.

Because it was the person recommended by Wu Weilun to arrange, everyone's impression of Liu Zi is not a person who can do things, but also arranges some easy ways to organize information, and conduct the initial selection of literati's contributions.

Liu Zi knew that no one worried about her opinion, but she naturally started her new job. From the beginning, she didn't know anything until later she gradually figured out everything.

"Sun Yang, today's manuscript is still short of one. Can you see if there is anything suitable?" Du Yuan, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, frowned and shouted.

Sun Yang, who was called by his name, wrinkled his face bitterly: "Boss, I didn't see anything suitable for this manuscript today. Otherwise, relax your request?"

The selected manuscripts are all carefully selected, and only one is satisfied, but the newspaper still needs another remark to the contrary. They have seen that it is not evenly matched, and the pressure of the entire newspaper is somewhat lower.

Du Yuan was irritated and scratched his hair: "I remember Mu Mao had a remark before you can use it, you can see if you can contact him, tell him, you can use whichever."

There is no other way. The newspaper will be published tomorrow, and everything must be finalized today.