When they stood at the door and locked, Lin Qian felt a little guilty. Then she thought, what's the point of being guilty? In fact, they couldn't do anything, so they kissed and hugged each other at most.

But he...

The corners of her mouth raised slightly.

When the work was a little easier, he immediately instructed Jiang Yuan to come to the office to accompany him in the name of work.

Even if you are just accompanying him, it is a rare and good time.

——

The night is quiet.

Li Zhicheng sat upright on the sofa, looking down at the documents, his eyebrows and eyes were as calm as water.

Although Lin Qian was accompanying him, she didn't want to disturb him too much. She was by his side, adding water to him and sorting out the documents. Occasionally, she looked at his cold side face and his hands on the table and wanted to kiss him. But of course she held back.

In comparison, Li Zhicheng focused too much and always sat in a suffocation. This concentration made Lin Qian like both, and he had a little silent resentment.

Lin Qian is not a workaholic. Since she has given herself a vacation, she will never get involved in work. After accompanying him for a while, she feels bored, so she takes out her mobile phone to play.

It was soon eleven o'clock in the evening and she yawned.

Li Zhicheng, who was working with his head down, noticed and looked up at her: "I'm sleepy?" He put down the information and stood up: "I'll take you home."

Lin Qian was about to answer, and looked at his figure and his face. His eyes turned, and then changed his words: "No. Didn't you say you want to accompany you? I'll just lean on the sofa."

Don't want to go back.

Want to be with you.

Li Zhicheng naturally understood her thoughts. After a moment of silence, he picked up a sofa cushion and placed it on one end of the sofa. Then he took off his suit from the hood rack and handed it to her: "Cover it."

"Okay." Lin Qian lay down on the sofa with satisfaction. The man's suit was very big, covering most of her.

At this time, Li Zhicheng moved the computer on the table, and seemed to be sitting down on the single sofa next to her and giving the sofa to her. Without thinking, Lin Qian stood up and grabbed his arm: "No. Just sit here with me."

Li Zhicheng looked up at her.

I put down the computer and sat back in the distance. There was only a faint smile in my eyes.

Lin Qian's legs were gently pressed against his back from behind, feeling intimate and sweet. She was really fun, rubbing and rubbing.

Li Zhicheng was originally focused on his work. The beauty was on his side, which only made him feel comfortable and refreshed tonight. However, the touch and friction from his back and waist only caused ripples in his heart.

He turned to look at her.

Lin Qian was buried in his suit, only showing her face, Jian Shui blinked his big eyes and asked softly: "How long will you have to work?"

Li Zhicheng heard his breathing a little stagnated.

Looking at her dodging but faintly looking forward to her eyes, and looking at her slender white fingers clasped on his suit, Li Zhicheng clearly felt a very soft breath, which emanated from the tips of her fingertips and was soaked into his heart.

He thought he finally understood what it means to wrap his fingers.

He thought that Li Zhicheng had this day, his work was piled up like mountains, his determination and perseverance were as irresistible as iron. However, her soft eyes were disturbed by the chaos.

He put down the information and closed the computer.

Take off your shoes, cover your body above her, and support your hands on both sides of her body, staring quietly at the woman beneath her.

"I won't work anymore, I'll be with you."

Although Lin Qian took the initiative to flirt with him, she actually had the upper hand. Who said that he seemed to have a job and didn't care about her at all.

But at this moment, he really lost his job and was intimate with her, but he was a little hot and apologized. He said, "Are you finished your work? You should..."

Li Zhicheng had already bowed his head to seal her lips.

After a while, Lin Qian's hair and shirt were a little messy, and she lay in Li Zhicheng's arms.

The sofa here is quite wide, but it cannot accommodate two people lying side by side. So Li Zhicheng was lying flat, and she was lying on the inside. In fact, the weight of her whole person was almost pressed on him.

"Am I heavy?" she asked in a low voice.

Li Zhicheng put one hand on the back of his head, put the other hand on her waist, and looked down at her: "Not heavy. How heavy can you be?"

No woman doesn't like to listen to such words. Lin Qian smiled and hugged in his arms, stretched out her hand to draw circles on his shirt on his chest.

"Actually, I'm a little lost these days. I don't feel that you care about me very much..."

After speaking, he looked up at him.

But he found that he lowered his head, his eyes did not stop on her face, but...

The two of them had a collision, and Lin Qian looked down along his gaze route. In her slightly wide open shirt collar, two snow-white and soft balls were clearly visible. Because she was lying on her side, the deep groove in the middle was particularly obvious.

Lin Qian never expected that he was looking here silently. His face suddenly became hot. He reached out and pushed his face up: "Don't look..."

Before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly felt a "kick" and his left chest felt sank.

His hands were covered.

Lin Qian stared at him in a daze.

He also looked at her steadily.

"I don't think I care about you very much?" A low, slightly hoarse voice.

Lin Qian moved her lips and did not answer.

"I didn't," he whispered, leaning down again and kissing her lips. And the hand slowly wrapped around one side of plumpness and rubbed gently.

Lin Qian felt that his whole heart was about to be transformed into his short sentence "I don't have it". He grabbed his collar with his hands, closed his eyes in his silent invasion, and only breathed gradually slow.

The force on his hands was slowly increasing, making Lin Qian feel hot all over his body.

However, soon, the man was no longer satisfied with such contact.

Because Lin Qian felt the hand covering her chest and mouth suddenly left. His kiss stopped.

Lin Qian opened her eyes and looked at him.

He kept his eyebrows and eyes.

Then Lin Qian saw his hand unbuttoning her shirt.

Lin Qian's face became even hotter, making her eyes a little dizzy and dizzy.

The conditioned reflex grabbed his hand: "What are you doing? This is your office." Although it was protesting, the voice seemed to be quenched with honey, so soft that it was so soft.

Li Zhicheng almost pressed her entire body on the sofa and looked down at her: "This is my woman."

This rebuttal was too reasonable and Lin Qian was stunned. Then she was attracted by other things - because she had already felt that the hard object on the man had once had a vague touch, and the hard object on the man had woken up again, pressing against her thighs. This feeling made her head nervous and confused.

Seeing that her face was flushed, but she kept holding his hand to block it. Li Zhicheng stared at her and whispered: "Don't you want me to kiss?"

Lin Qian's face was about to drip from blood. There was only one thought in her mind: Damn! What are you asking? How can she answer this?!

However, she didn't know that the nerve jumped for a moment and blurted out, "Then let me kiss first!"

As soon as he said that, he was stunned.

Li Zhicheng was obviously a little surprised. But he quickly adapted to his own woman's initiative, a smile flashed in his eyes, took her hand and placed it on his chest: "Well, it's very fair."

The night was silent, and the heating of the air conditioner was blowing.

The man lay on her side, with messy hair and white shirt. His **tight was pressed against her body, and his dark eyes looked at her deeply. His hand, clasped her hand, fell on the first button of his shirt.

Lin Qian felt that her throat was particularly dry. Her face was hot, her head was hot, and her gestures were hot. The thigh that his brother silently pressed against was even hotter.

She slowly unbuttoned his first button.

He stared at her face motionlessly, his gaze as if he was staring at his willing prey.

The second one.

The man's chest was exposed, flat and symmetrical, and his texture was strong.

The third one, the fourth one.

His clothes were already open, his strong and hot body was exposed before her. And his eyes were unprecedentedly deep and hot.

Lin Qian gently bit her lower lip.

Women are always animals that place love above sex. At the moment when his body is so intimate, Lin Qian forgot his bold statement to "kiss him first" and did not think about how much stimulation and impulse her actions would bring to men. She just looked at the beautiful chest outline of the man she loved, and felt that love instantly filled her heart.

I like him, I really like him. I want to have him all the time.

Driven by this thought, she slowly stretched out her hand, hugged her waist, and then gently pressed her face to his naked chest.

"Li Zhicheng, I like you."

Li Zhicheng, who was suddenly confessed, was silent for a moment.

He lowered his head and saw the woman leaning on his arms with her eyes closed and contented. The little bit of heat exhaled from his small nose and the soft strands of hair were gently brushing against his chest. It seemed like millions of feathers, and at the same time, teasing the most hungry ** deep in his body.

He turned over and pressed her under him. He lowered his head and sealed her lips, and his hands accurately found the buttons on her shirt, and easily unbuttoned them one by one.

Lin Qian sobbed, and he had turned his head down. He held her hands firmly on the sofa, making her unable to move. Her lips and tongue followed the curve of the woman's graceful neck that he had tossed and turned many times, all the way down to a realm he had never violated.

The red sauerk like cherry fruit was completely held by him, sucking deeply and sucking lightly, one mouthful after another. His short hair gently brushed the plumpness on her chest, making her breathlessly as if she was a cat. His hands soon joined the battle, and together with the deadly lips and tongue, they were rampant in her chest and mouth. They controlled her body, her emotions, and her no longer had the ability to hide her.

"Li Zhicheng..." She moaned softly.
To be continued...