Rose of Heaven

197-198

Tang Tianyu, who was stealing the fragrance, had no awareness of being discovered doing something bad. He even held Lin Jingmo's tongue and hooked it, and said vaguely: "You continue to sleep."
How can you continue to sleep, brother!
Lin Jingmo's chest was already lost and fell into the wolf's claws. She held Tang Tianyu's hand and stepped back a little, but considering his injuries, she didn't dare to move too much. She retreated a few centimeters and was caught up by him in an instant, as if sticking to her.
"Your injuries..."
Lin Jingmo was a little confused when she spoke, and hrr voice was too coquettish.
Tang Tianyu smiled while holding her lips, and Lin Jingmo felt her skull shaking. He said: "It's okay, just kiss for a while."
I have something to do!
At this moment, Lin Jingmo despised her own uncertainty and entanglement, oh, and her extremely sensitive body.
Soon, this "just kiss for a while" became "just rub for a while".
Under the quilt, Lin Jingmo's skirt was pulled up to her waist. At first, he really rubbed it. Lin Jingmo clamped her legs together and felt his hard meat stick pumping back and forth in the middle. The wet feeling quickly surrounded the rod. He didn't need to touch it to know that Lin Jingmo must have leaked a lot of water. Lin Jingmo
grabbed Tang Tianyu's hospital gown tightly, not knowing whether to be thankful that this bed was specially made and stable enough. The two of them rocked like this without making much noise.
Her eyes were hazy and gradually blurred. In her eyes, Tang Tianyu's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were impatient and suppressed. The speed of thrusting became faster and faster, but it seemed that he still couldn't get the point. He leaned close to Lin Jingmo's ear: "Baby, go in."
"No..." Lin Jingmo's refusal was not firm. He murmured and breathed into his neck.
"Baby..." He bit Lin Jingmo's earlobe gently: "It's uncomfortable..."
How can someone call someone else a baby, but act like a baby...
"Is it really uncomfortable?" Lin Jingmo asked him with wet eyes.
Tang Tianyu's nose was sweating, his eyes narrowed, and he really looked uncomfortable. He said pitifully: "Hmm..."
It's better to let go than to block things. Tell him to hold it in, just in case he gets sick.
"Don't move." She said, then turned around, facing away from him, raised her waist, and raised her plump buttocks to his lower abdomen. She reached down and reached for something under his crotch.
As soon as she touched it, Lin Jingmo shivered from the heat. As Tang Tianyu's breathing became more and more heavy, she used two fingers to pry open her slit, letting the hot glans find the hole that was opening and closing constantly, and stuffed it in little by little.
"Hmm..."
The long and gentle cry continued until it was completely inserted.
Fearing that he would hit his wound, Lin Jingmo only dared to twist slightly.
If you lift the quilt, you can see that the girl is lying on her side, with her buttocks pressed against the boy's firm belly, up and down, left and right, front and back, sometimes making an eight, sometimes making a circle , and sometimes shaking gently like a puppy, the deepest point is hit, and every angle is rubbed. Every time he pulls out a little and swallows it again, Lin Jingmo's waist will be lifted back hard, causing the tight hole wall to contract, suck and bite, and the purple-red meat stick goes in and out of the pink hole.
It was not an easy job to wrap a dick in bed like this. Lin Jingmo was panting soon. She turned her head to look at Tang Tianyu, her voice hoarse and coquettish: "Do you want to shoot..."
Tang Tianyu could have held on for a while, but Lin Jingmo's appearance was really unbearable. The injured part of his scalp was stinging and painful, and it seemed to be hit by pleasure. He pressed Lin Jingmo's lower abdomen and suddenly rammed it. Lin Jingmo was scared, but the pleasure that had been slowly accumulating in the front was sent to the clouds by this wave of sprint. The vagina became tighter and tighter. After a hundred or so times, Tang Tianyu buried himself deep in her hair, tightened his waist, and shot out.
The sweet juice flowed freely, and the whole quilt was hot and humid. Tang Tianyu's pants, Lin Jingmo's underwear, and the bed sheet were all covered with large traces.
But Lin Jingmo didn't care about these. When she heard Tang Tianyu's last gasp, she got off the bed with her legs limp and asked him worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The wound on Tang Tianyu's head did hurt a little, and his ribs were also uncomfortable, but how could he admit it at this time? He comforted Lin Jingmo with sweat all over her forehead.
This was the scene that Cheng Yaosi saw when he pushed the door open.
At that time, except that Lin Jingmo's clothes were not neat, her cheeks were rosy, and her hair on her forehead was slightly wet with sweat, there was nothing strange about him. Tianyu, on the other hand, looked like he was pulled out of the water, with his brows furrowed.
His eyes swept across the faces of the two people, and Lin Jingmo met his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. SHe was startled and did not ask Tang Tianyu any more questions. SHe felt dry in her mouth and her throat was tight because of the inexplicable guilt in her heart.
Cheng Yaosi was followed by the doctor. He glanced at Tianyu again and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Tang Tianyu pulled the quilt down, and the tip of his nose was instantly enveloped by the fishy and sweet smell of musk and the girl's fluids. He coughed uncomfortably, "It's okay, my head hurts a little."
Cheng Yaosi was a few steps away from his bed, and he could vaguely smell a strange smell, very light and familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, it was dissipated and hard to find. He suddenly felt a sense of restlessness in his heart, and pointed at the doctor, "Let him see."
As he said that, he walked to the sofa and sat down, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.
The doctor saw that Tang Tianyu was sweating all over his head, and he had already taken out the stethoscope. When Tang Tianyu saw him coming over, he was a little anxious and refused again and again, "No need, little uncle, I'm really fine."
"It's okay, why do you have a headache? You're just a child, why are you afraid of seeing a doctor?" Cheng Yaosi's face was cold, and he lowered his eyes and drank a sip of tea.
The doctor was already at the bedside. He shrugged. Lin Jingmo only hated that she couldn't fly away. Otherwise, she could just turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear. In order to maintain a calm posture, her cheeks were a little stiff.
Tang Tianyu on the bed saw that he couldn't refuse and wanted to say something else. The doctor glanced at Lin Jingmo and seemed to understand.
Cheng Yaosi saw that the doctor didn't move, and urged: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
His voice was light, but the power he had cultivated from being in a high position for a long time was hidden between the lines, and he made people want to obey his arrangements and orders without making any noise.
The doctor hesitated and spoke carefully, "Uh..."
"Uncle..."
Tang Tianyu wanted to interrupt the doctor, but Cheng Yaosi stopped him in a cold voice: "Shut up." He looked at the doctor: "Is there anything that I, as your uncle, cannot know?"
Lin Jingmo lowered her eyelids, her eyes were out of focus, and then she heard the doctor say: "Why does Mr. Tang have a headache? We need to check it carefully again, but...but you still have to be restrained in matters between men and women...it's best to wait another month..."
The room was dead silent as if time had stopped, and the doctor's voice was vague and distant. Tang Tianyu looked embarrassed. He felt ashamed to let his uncle know about this, and he was conflicted deep down. He didn't want Cheng Yaosi to associate Lin Jingmo with anything ambiguous, but he also hoped that everyone in the world would know about their relationship.
They were a pair of men and women who could not help making love on the hospital bed.
Suddenly, something "popped".
"Mr. Cheng..."
"Uncle!"
Lin Jingmo was pulled back to her senses from her self-protective trance, and she looked over.
Cheng Yaosi was still sitting on the sofa, one hand holding a broken cup, blood forming dark red spider webs on his beautiful knuckles, and flowing down through his fingers.
Lin Jingmo felt as if her heart was grabbed by that bloody hand and twisted hard, and when she looked again, compared to the shock of others, his expression barely changed.
But those eyes, cold and gloomy, condensed with a dark storm, looked at her quietly.
What the author has to say:
It feels so good to abuse my uncle