He looked at her with deep eyes.

Han Yurou looks more like Yao Zhi, but her eyes and nose look exactly like Han Yun.

Han Yurou couldn't find any excuse anymore. She bit her lips so hard that they almost bled.

My ears suddenly fell into silence.

The sound of rain outside reached my ears, bit by bit, like a beating on my heart.

Rong Jincheng stared at her closely, his eyes red and bloodshot.

Their eyes met, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Finally, Han Yurou lowered her voice: "Where to do it."

"I don't want to move, I'm very tired, just stay here!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Rong Jincheng was ready to be choked by her. However, she did not have any emotional changes and just nodded: "Okay."

As expected, he was obedient, very obedient.

Han Yurou's fingers fell on the buttons of her clothes.

On the other hand, Rong Jincheng didn't make the slightest move, half-smiling but not smiling: "I told you, I'm very tired and too lazy to move. So, this time you do it by yourself."

As soon as Han Yurou's hand stopped, there was an indescribable meaning permeating her limbs, as if a knife was twisting at her heart, lest her heart could still beat.

However, her heart has long since died.

Rong Jincheng's eyes were piercing and piercing.

After a long time——

Han Yurou started to take off her clothes one by one.

But Rong Jincheng really did not make any move from beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on her, from beginning to end.

Until almost——

Rong Jincheng suddenly grabbed her wrist with his backhand, with great force!

"Ah!" Han Yurou was caught off guard. Her foot slipped and she fell into his arms, hitting his chin with her head.

Not allowing her to resist, Rong Jincheng grabbed her waist and held it tightly.

His clothes were still well worn, but she... formed a sharp contrast with him, and also formed a strong sense of shame.

Her little hands pressed against his chest to prevent herself from sliding down.

Rong Jincheng's strength was so strong that it was as if he wanted to crush her into pieces. His eyes were as cold as a sharp sword.

"Ms. Han, are you so impatient? Or do you really want me to have you?"

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, her eyes as indifferent as water: "I'm just fulfilling my promise."

"Oh, I'm forgetful. What kind of promise is that? Say it again."

"Rong Jincheng!"

"Don't call me my name, I don't like to hear it, call me Jincheng, call."

Han Yurou was completely irritated by him, her eyes were red with coldness, she looked like a lion with fried hair, and her heart was as cold as ice.

She couldn't scream.

Rong Jincheng saw the anger in her eyes, smiled, pinched her face and moved closer to her.

"She is really a little woman who can't hide her emotions. All her expressions are written on her face. This is not good."

"Can we start?" Han Yurou didn't want to talk to him. All he wanted was her body. If she gave it to him, he wouldn't say another word.

"I asked you to say it again, what kind of promise is it? Tell it."

Han Yurou bit her lips.

In front of Rong Jincheng, she had no dignity.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word: "If you need anything, I'll be here at your call."

"Then what? What?"

"Don't go too far."

"Hey, are you so angry now? This is not okay, I will be angry." Rong Jincheng looked at her like a devil, and his voice was even more like a devil.

His hands do whatever he wants and his methods are clever.
Chapter completed!