radicalducati Chapter 110 Weak legs
Chapter 110 Weak legs
Cheng Zheng pulled Lin Shuyao upstairs and into his room.
Before he could even turn around after closing the door, Lin Shuyao hugged him from behind, her small hands tracing his narrow waist and reaching forward, her arms wrapping around his abs, her soft body pressing against his straight back.
Cheng Zheng's entire body tensed abruptly, freezing him in place as if he had been struck by lightning. His Adam's apple bobbed violently. Seeing that she was simply holding him without uttering a sound, he asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Hmm?"
"Nothing much, I just suddenly wanted to hug you." Lin Shuyao rubbed her face against his back, her voice soft. "I only found out today that you're my brother."
Cheng Zheng turned around, put his arms around her slender shoulders, pulled her into his embrace, looked down at her, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Who's your brother?"
He doesn't want to be some kind of older brother!
A hint of a smile played in Lin Shuyao's eyes as she tilted her head up and deliberately called out to him, "You're my brother! My dad and your dad are brothers, so you're my brother, Cheng Zheng-gege~"
She called to him in a sweet, coquettish voice.
Cheng Zheng's ears burned. He reached out and pinched her soft cheek, his voice low and magnetic, like an electromagnetic field passing through his eardrums: "Don't shout."
"I'm going to call him, brother, brother, Cheng Zheng brother~"
Lin Shuyao called out sweetly while looking at him with seductive eyes, tilting her chin up to rub against his collarbone. Cheng Zheng's steely body was almost melted by her touch.
"Try calling again..." he said with a hint of threat, his deep black eyes staring at her delicate face. His Adam's apple bobbed as his large hand slid down to her waist and caressed it heavily.
"Brother~"
Lin Shuyao wasn't afraid of him now. She called out again in a coquettish voice. Just as his gaze deepened and he was about to make a move, she tiptoed and pressed her red lips against his, moaning softly as she kissed him. She pressed herself even closer to him and snuggled into his arms.
boom.
All reason collapsed in an instant. Cheng Zheng's lips and teeth entwined even more fiercely. In the midst of their intense entanglement, he grabbed her slender waist with one hand and slipped the other under her legs, lifting her horizontally in his arms. He walked a few steps to the bedside, placed her on the bed, and then his tall figure loomed over her. He held her wrists above his head with both hands, his dark eyes locked on her beautiful face, the tears welling up in his eyes seeming about to fall.
"Baby, you provoked me first."
He forced out a sentence in a hoarse voice, his thin lips covering her red lips, pressing and lingering.
Deeply suck and stir.
Savor every delicate and sweet flavor of it.
"Hmm...uh..."
"Eek..."
The air was filled with the sounds of violent swallowing and rapid breathing.
Two figures were intertwined, as if trying to kiss each other into the depths of their souls.
They kissed for an unknown amount of time before finally separating, panting. Their hazy gazes met as they looked at each other.
Cheng Zheng parted his thin lips, but his tall figure still enveloped Lin Shuyao. His gaze lingered on her fair face, which was flushed pink from the kisses. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty and watery, her thick, curled eyelashes were thick and curled, her nose was pert and straight, and her red lips were moist. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. Every inch of her was precious to him. He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her again, from her forehead to her eyes, and then to her cheeks, one kiss after another, with love and joy to the extreme.
"Waaah, Cheng Zheng, you're pressing down on me."
Lin Shuyao reached out her small hand and gently pushed against his chest as he approached.
"Then it's your turn to go upstairs." Cheng Zheng didn't know how to move his arm, but he used a clever trick, and in an instant, their positions were reversed, with her on top and him on the bottom.
Lin Shuyao lay on top of him, her elbows bent and supporting her on his chest. Her other fingertips lightly traced her face, her gaze following the fingertips.
With dark eyebrows, cold eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, his deep black pupils still held a lingering lust that made one's legs weak.