Chapter 18 Is it Countless?
She kept telling herself that it was okay, that it would be over soon.
She found her lips hot suddenly. Loong Qingyue began to kiss her wildly.
His baking-hot breath surrounded her, entangled her incessantly, making her breathing become rapid.
His scorching lips kissed every inch of her body, her slender and graceful neck, and then her chest, leaving a string of love bites.
Mu Nuanxin was stiff at the moment. Her arms were softly resting on his shoulders, but then slide down weakly.
She could even clearly feel his lips, his hands, his heavy and solid weight, his strong muscles, his sturdy body...
"How many men have touched you like this?" Loong Qingyue suddenly asked in a cold voice with rapid breathing.
"I don't know!" Mu Nuanxin felt hurt, gritting her teeth, and replied.
"Is it countless?" His eyes became harsh, exuding a cold and terrifying aura.
"That's right!" She replied weakly.
He sneered and then got up. She heard the sound of a drawer being opened and plastic packaging being torn. Although Mu Nuanxin was young, she still understood what he was doing.
He thought she was raffish. Now, in his eyes, she was nothing more than a prostitute.
Mu Nuanxin only felt that her heart was empty. She clenched her lips tightly, enduring the embarrassment he gave, and she also felt the inexplicable throbbing.
She kept telling herself that this was just a deal, and that after tonight, she would never see this man again.
He pressed her down again.
Mu Nuanxin moaned in pain. The pain of being torn apart again made her miserable.
After all, it was just the second time for her. She was tortured so badly by him the first time that she still hadn't fully recovered yet.
Plus, with such a difficult position, her immature body was even more overwhelmed...
Mu Nuanxin was heartbroken and shed tears continuously. But she gritted her teeth and did not allow herself to make any sound.
After the spree, the room was filled with a strong smell of lust...
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Mu Nuanxin moved her body in pain, curling herself up like an ostrich.
After Loong Qingyue finished bathing, he was refreshed. He went to the closet naked and took out a new set of clothes to put on. Then he walked to the bed and looked at the girl curled up like a cat. Her long hair was scattered on the pillow. Her snow-white skin glowed like a pearl in the light. Her facial features were delicate, and her eyelashes were long and curled, gently like the wings of a butterfly flapping. But her eyes are empty, like a rag doll without a soul!
It had been ten years. She had changed a lot...
She was no longer the witless young girl, but a rare beauty who can make men crazy.
"Stay here obediently. Do not go anywhere without my permission. Do you understand!" He said in a domineering and cold tone. After that, he left without looking at her.