He smiled calmly: "First of all, you must know that most men don't like being conquered. And I am even more so, I never like being conquered."

Youmeng couldn't help feeling a little sad because he refused so simply.

"But who told me to face you?" He laughed lightly, "I can only say that you are a plastic material, so I am willing to make an exception to give you a chance, and then consider whether you should continue to give the opportunity according to your performance step by step."

She was a little confused when she heard it: "What opportunity?"

"Have you been lying enough?" He suddenly became cold without warning, "Try to sit up."

Youmeng looked at him in a daze. Although he was confused, he still stood up in his current position, holding his shoulders with both hands to make him stand up...

Her hand that was supported by his shoulders slid down on his chest, and her eyes naturally showed charm.

He enjoyed the increasingly skillful scrupulous grinding of her foot, and he relaxed more and more: "You said just now that I was not afraid of anything, but in fact I was afraid of something."

She looked at him and said, "What?"

His hand moved to her and drew circles ambiguously: "If you can not touch your bottom line, and in a way that you can accept, not let the man be completely satisfied, but let him enjoy a temporary pleasure, then will you be proud of this?"

Youmeng was slightly stunned. This man really saw through her incisively.

He sat up with her waist, approaching her face, and his breathing was filled with evil spirits: "So you with such ambition are the most terrifying existence in the world."

Before she could react, he quickly turned over and pressed her under her.

Youmeng looked at him above him and felt a little helpless: "Why did it suddenly stop? Did I not do it well?"

He smiled coldly: "Princess, how does it feel to conquer a man?"

"You look more excited than me," she said honestly, her cheeks flushed, "Do you like that way?"

"It depends on who it is." His voice was low and seductive, and he secretly grabbed her with one hand and leaned down. "Some people... I like everything they do."

Youmeng understood his intention and was so anxious that she shrank her hand when she was about to touch it, but he pulled it hard: "Don't escape!"

She turned her head towards the window while struggling and found something was wrong.

"Yuan..." She pushed him hard and called him to see weakly, "Yuan... you wait... that cat is looking at us..."

He had to stop and turned around unhappily, and saw his "little leopard" squatting on the windowsill, staring at the man and woman on the bed who were not sure what to do.

"Who told you to see?" He glared at the cat fiercely and shouted, "Go out."

The cat is really spiritual. When he scolded him, he immediately turned his head and jumped out of the window and disappeared.

Youmeng complained: "You are so fierce that you will scare it."

He turned around and sneered: "Do you think it's you?"

"Why?"

Youmeng was unwilling to argue with him, but the resistance was ineffective. The man was lying on his neck. She could only force herself to close her eyes, because after this contest, not only did he become more and more excited, but she also felt it, but she insisted not to let herself fall into it. She agreed that this was a test for two people. If anyone could not stand it and wanted the other party, she would completely lose.

I don’t know how long he had to endure this way, but he held her hand and tossed and turned on her belly, like playing, smooth and lustful.

She could not escape, but he held her hand tightly and said, "I know you don't like it, but if it is stuck on the bed, the maid comes in tomorrow morning and cleans up and sees it. How do you explain?"

She pursed her lips, feeling complicated, and asked softly: "Is it over?"

He gasped in his cold voice: "I always feel that something is missing in this way."

She lowered her eyes, meaningful: "Thank you."

He sneered: "I didn't let you go tonight just to listen to your thanks."

Youmeng smiled bitterly, of course not just thanking this, she was struggling with her eyebrows: "I... don't know what to say..."

He touched her lips with his fingertips: "Then stop talking."

As if he was relieved, he slowly leaned down and closely attached to her. Youmeng slid his hands along his waist and back, and suddenly he found that his palm seemed to have some attachment to his body.

He seemed to feel the subtle affection conveyed in her hands, looked up at her, and looked at each other silently for a while. He kissed her lips and cheeks lightly as if he was giving her a reward, and then hugged her to sleep.

But after the entanglement, Youmeng fell into great confusion and formed such a physical relationship with him tonight. From now on, what is the right identity of this man to him?

Very difficult...

She wrapped her back around his waist and closed her eyes tiredly.

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When it was almost dawn, Ye Yuan was awake.

He lay leisurely on his side, with his right hand on his head, staring at the sleeping woman in his arms. She was lying on her side, her shoulders were slightly shrank, her arms were bent in front of Chen, and her palms were pressed against his heart.

His left hand naturally hung on Youmeng's waist, facing her in a hug. Looking at her peaceful sleeping appearance, he couldn't help but think that he was like a well-behaved and weak child, even in his sleep, he longed for a sense of security.

The "little leopard" sat quietly on the windowsill, looking at him with all his attention, his slender black tail slowly shaking as he felt down.

Perhaps because he had been out of sight for too long, the little leopard was neglected, it secretly called him, very light.

“Meow…”

As soon as he opened his voice, he quickly raised an index finger on his lips and gave it a warning look. The black cat immediately obediently stopped making noises.

He lowered his eyes and looked back in his arms. Fortunately, it screamed lightly and did not wake her up. He cried for a long time last night and fought with him again. It seemed that she was really sleepy. Even the people around him looked at her like this for a long time without any consciousness.

He turned his head secretly and looked at her better from a different angle, thinking that she said last night: "The more dangerous things you do, the more excited you will feel?"

One sentence pointed to his heart.

He is indeed a man who likes to be very adventurous.

So at this moment he made a very risky move, raised his left hand to his ear, and slowly took off the mask on his face. She was sleeping peacefully and had no idea. Just outside the closed eyes, a pair of flawless eyebrows and eyes were quietly appearing.

Removed this disguise and it was like removing the heaviest burden in his heart. He was finally able to face her with his truest self, admire her so close, and couldn't help but caress her, gently lifting the broken hair on her cheek, then hugged her side face, bowed and kissed her.

Youmeng was confused, but was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes. She could only hum "hmm" twice in a dream, softly greasy in the palm of the man, and kissed her lips gently in his attachment.

The little leopard looked at him and her infatuated, wondering if the master in his eyes had such deep affection in his past life.

Have you ever had someone before that he could make him like this, and he would never let go once he hugged him.

When he finally left her lips and found that she had not woken up, he felt a little grateful and a little disappointed. It was good to miss the meeting, but he might have had a moment of impulse to kiss her and make her open her eyes and see her face. He didn't care about the consequences. He just wanted to know whether her reaction after seeing clearly, would be shocked and happy?

It's dawn, and I'm about to stop.

He told himself, then he stood up and sat up, glanced out of the curtain inadvertently, as if he had suddenly become interested, and made a gesture to the little leopard on the windowsill. Under his instructions, the black cat jumped in, picked up her abandoned bodysuit from the ground, jumped onto the bed, and handed it to his hands.

He touched the cat's head, looked at the sleeping Youmeng with his slanted eyes, and couldn't help but smell her heart's clothes again, thinking that she had warmth last night, her thin lips curled up.

He was dressed neatly, but he couldn't help looking back at her. He pulled the quilt to cover her smooth jade body, his shoulders were slightly exposed, and one palm was naturally spread out.

He pinched the cat's neck and carried the little leopard to the pillow, and said softly: "You accompany her." Then he slowly lowered his body, half-squatted on the edge of the bed, and leaned against the mattress facing her face.

A piece of stacked apricot silk cutlery was put into her palm—

"Don't fall in love with Su Zhi, can you?" He gently ticked her fingertips with his hand that put down the silk palm, and murmured coldly, "Don't love Su Zhi..."
Chapter completed!