Chapter 397 Forced Marriage 5

She yawned and closed her eyes.

I was a little tired again. Although I slept for an hour at noon, I was pestered in bed for two hours and my energy was drained. I was really tired.

Seeing that she was really sleepy, he lowered his voice and told Mrs. Chen, "Go get a quilt."

"Yes." Mrs. Chen thought to herself, the young master really loves this coquettish woman so much that he is afraid that she will freeze.

She turned around and entered the villa, and quickly came with a clean quilt. At Yan Shiting's signal, she covered Cheng Yingxuan with the quilt, and he was also covered by the quilt.

Mrs. Chen was very careful not to touch the young master when she was covering herself up with the quilt. Because the young master has mysophobia and does not allow others to touch him.

Cheng Yingxuan, a slut, and her arrogant son were miraculously exempted.

Yan Shiting pulled the corners of the quilt and covered it just below Cheng Yingxuan's neck.

Although her body was usually very light to him, after being pressed for a long time, the blood circulation was still somewhat affected, but he was still happy with it.

"Get back all, including the bodyguards. Don't come to the yard without my order." He ordered in a low voice.

"Yes." Sister-in-law Chen followed the young master's order without hesitation. It is estimated that the young master likes peace and quiet.

The servants and bodyguards all retreated and entered the villa.

There is a row of dedicated servant rooms on the first floor of the villa.

When there was no one in the yard, Yan Shiting held Cheng Yingxuan motionless for almost an hour.

Her breathing was steady and slightly heavier than usual.

Really fell asleep.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the little woman sleeping on top of him, breathing steadily.

His gloomy eyes were tinged with lust.

Damn woman, she sleeps like a frog hugging a tree, and her part is right against his lifeline.

Even if he was still, he was still fascinated.

There was a faint fragrance from her body after bathing.

He liked her natural body fragrance, it smelled good and was clean.

The burning heat started to rise from his lower abdomen at some point.

He felt hotter and hotter.

I really can't stand it anymore.

A breeze blew, unable to dissipate the unreleased heat.

In addition, I was afraid that she would catch a cold, so I covered myself with a quilt, which made it even hotter.

I don't know whether it was because he had endured it hard, or he was just a little hot, but beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

She is wearing a skirt...

The thought came into his mind.

And she was facing him, lying on him, and even their parts were touching through their clothes.

His dark eyes flashed with depth.

He quietly put his big palm into the quilt and tentatively lowered it.

She continued to sleep without any reaction.

There was a human flesh cushion, a high-end experience, and she slept very comfortably.

As if he had done something bad, he reached down to her legs and lifted up her underwear without disturbing her.

Then, stay still.

Watching her reaction.

She was still asleep.

That angelic and beautiful sleeping face was harmless and safe, and seemed to be full of trust in her sleep.

He suddenly couldn't bear it. She slept on him so unpreparedly, but he wanted to...

Wouldn't it be too inhumane?

Then I thought about it, how can a man stay calm in the arms of such a beautiful woman with his sweetheart sleeping in his arms?

His intention of sending away the servants and bodyguards was not just for peace.

It even has ‘special thoughts’.

He unbuttoned his pants with his other hand and pointed it at her quietly...

She let out a cry and showed signs of waking up.

Even though he was as cold as he was, he still felt guilty, as if he had done something bad, and stood still again.

After waiting for a few minutes, he found that she didn't wake up. He couldn't bear it anymore...