100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 555 Visiting the Golden Gate

Chapter 555 Visiting the Golden Gate

Actually... if he can, she can too...

Mingjia's actions weren't impulsive; he had been thinking about this for several days.

The pressure in his palm kept increasing.

She is somewhat sensitive and always instinctively avoids things.

He simply turned off the light, turned over, and kissed her.

At first, it was a very gentle touch, with a soothing feel.

He started from the corner of her lips and gently licked her, all the way down to her cupid's bow.

The hotel's disposable bathrobe was made of soft fabric, and it didn't feel uncomfortable as it brushed against her shoulders and went down. "Uncle Ming."

Before she could even utter another word, he had already precisely caught her little tongue.

My toes tensed up involuntarily; that feeling of having nowhere to retreat was so agonizing!

"Relax."

She's gripping his clothes very tightly now.

"Uncle Ming, I'm afraid of pain."

Each step up to the next level is painful. Green and dark green may seem to be at the same level, but there are actually quite a few differences.

It was at this moment that the fierce energy struck her, making her limbs weak and her head spin.

Mingjia gently kissed her forehead, his movements devout and slow: "Don't be afraid."

When my fingertips hooked her last line of defense.

She bit her lip and gripped his wrist tightly. "Uncle Ming."

"Call my name."

"Gaye."

The two simple words were trembling uncontrollably at the end.

She could feel him pulling that thing down to the back of her knee, and then…

"Gaye!"

She gasped softly, her voice instantly trembling with tears: "Uncle Ming!"

"If you don't do this, it will hurt later."

The room was too dark, and he was feeling unwell. He had done his homework and research these past few days, but theory and practice are different. He never knew that when a man reaches this point, it is really hard for him to control himself.

But he was afraid of hurting her.

We can only do it slowly, little by little, with our fingers. "Uncle Ming."

The little girl cried sobbing, each sob sounding like a cat's meow.

But he had to make the little girl get used to it, so he had to keep going no matter how much she cried.

He turned on the bedside lamp.

Jin Huan instinctively covered her face, but this coy, half-hidden look only made people want to bully her even more.

"Please don't turn on the light, please."

Her shyness and timidity at this moment emanated from her very bones, and every word she uttered tickled the heart.

He rarely refused her, but when he reached that barrier, Ming Jiaye really wanted to see his little friend again. After that, she would no longer be a little girl, and a woman's charm would be revealed in the corners of her eyes and brows. As time went by, it would become more and more tempting, like a fine wine that gradually becomes more and more mellow.

"Huanhuan, look at me, okay?" He lowered his head and gently kissed her chin, coaxing her tenderly.

"me."

She was covered in a thin layer of pink, looking extremely beautiful. Faced with his request, she was too embarrassed to put her hand down, yet she couldn't refuse him. Her sobs grew louder as she became anxious.

"Huanhuan is so beautiful, can I see her?"

His fingertips were wet, and the sticky feeling pressing against her waist was impossible to ignore.

She lowered her arms shyly, her porcelain-white face already flushed red, much like the charming and pitiful crabapple blossom.

Her eyes were slightly closed, but her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

Ming Jiaye's eyes instantly darkened, and the force in his palm suddenly increased, causing the young lady to cry out in pain.

"Uncle Ming, it hurts!"

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he finally lowered his head, his canine teeth pressing against her neck, and murmured, "Why do you call me so equally?"