The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet (MTL)

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    "Mr. Song, you can't say anything about me, so you tried to threaten me with your body. Don't you feel ashamed as a man?"

    Wen Li shrank back with her hands and feet, the two-meter-long bed had no place to hide, waiting for her Shrinking to the corner of the bed, there was no way to retreat, so he had no choice but to put the blame on him.

    Song Yan smiled and hugged her again.

    Holding a full embrace in her arms, smelling the fragrance around her neck, she didn't bother to care about what she said just now.

    "Don't be stubborn at this time, okay?"

    "...Whoever is stubborn, isn't it you who started first?"

    Song Yan seemed to compromise, and softly discussed with her: "If you don't want to admit it, I won't force it. You, how do you feel comfortable with me, we will continue to get along tomorrow."

    Wen Li thought to herself that there is such a good thing? Give the initiative to yourself?

    She was hesitating, Song Yan really had prerequisites.

    "But you have to give me some responses. Unlike you, I don't like hanging people to play."

    Wen Li immediately retorted: "Who is hanging you? Don't call me that kind of scumbag? Tricks."

    Although this trick was invented by herself without a teacher, she didn't know whether the effect was good or not, but looking at Song Yan's tone of resistance, there was a high probability that it was muddy, which is why it annoyed him.

    Frustrated in my heart, I was full of confidence before, but now I'm wilted again.

    Song Yan didn't know that her heart was going through nine twists and eighteen bends at the moment, she laughed a few times, and there was no apology in her tone, she said lightly: "I'm sorry, your tricks are too powerful, I can't go up and down every day, I really don't want to. I'll play with you again."

    Wen Li was so coaxing, when she heard that, her shriveled head lifted up again: "Am I really that good?"

    Song Yan returned her words to her: "You don't Great, what am I doing now?"

    Without waiting for her to say anything, Song Yan turned his head sideways, biting her earlobe as if to retaliate for the torture she had caused him these days.

    Wen Li subconsciously wanted to break free.

    "This is a response." Song Yan tightened his arms, "Do you still want to hang someone to play with?"

    Wen Li whispered, "No, I'm itchy—"

    Song Yan stopped biting and kissed instead.

    Later, I let go of her ear and kissed her lips, which is different from Wen Li's rude and domineering way of smacking his teeth. When the lips touch, they are soft and silent, and only when the tip of the tongue touches, does it make a sound. The sound of sucking water.

    Wen Li can still afford the response to this step.

    But not after that.

    She grabbed his hand and wanted to say "No", but he grabbed him back and shackled her, and put a black pot on her head: "Rejection means you don't like me."

    "..."

    How could there be such a thing!

    Wen Li is usually an arrogant person in bed. She finds many tiring movements unsightly. Not only does she not enjoy herself, she also has to work hard, so she is often reluctant to cooperate. At that time, what she thought was to solve physiological needs anyway, and the goal was achieved. That's good, Song Yan's dissatisfaction is not her concern.