I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 258: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (13)

It eagerly invaded more, moving unsatisfiedly towards the left side of the chest...

"Well……"

A tingling sensation rose up, and Ye Zhaoru's face, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, tensed up. His sensitive spots were being pinched, and a slightly hoarse and seductive voice poured out of his mouth.

Realizing this, he felt ashamed and annoyed, and his anger turned into resentment.

Shen Qingshu...

How dare you tease him!

Unfortunately, the reality was not as he thought.

Shen Qingshu's expression was more focused than ever before, his sparkling eyes flashing with the dangerous and treacherous light of a wild beast. Just one glance at him was enough to make people tremble with fear.

As the person involved, Ye Zhao was clueless and waved his hands back and forth, scrambling to free himself from his tightly tied shirt, but this only backfired.

The shirt rubbed against the snow-white wrist. Even though it was made of fine fabric, it would inevitably leave red marks on the skin over time.

It's like a mark left by someone.

"Shen Qingshu." Ye Zhao's eyes were shrouded in darkness, and he felt lost. Fear and anger were accumulating, and he called out his name, "Let me go, uh..."

She didn't finish the rest of the words as she touched him with more force, carefully playing with the priceless treasure.

It seems as if he wants to depict everything through his fingertips, and then engrave it into his soul bit by bit.

His expression was different from before. At this moment, Shen Qingshu was as cool and elegant as the most beautiful red plum blossom blooming on a branch in the snow.

The slender fingertips teased him, causing his breathing to stop, his body to arch, and his white cheeks to show both pain and pleasure. Realizing that he was making such an embarrassing sound, he bit his lower lip in embarrassment.

After a while, the lips couldn't bear the strain and became swollen and broken.

Little did she know that when Shen Qingshu saw his alluring posture, she couldn't take her eyes off him for a moment, and her whole body was so tense that it was almost painful.

Finally, he obeyed his heart and tasted the sweet fruit honestly, swallowing the many curses in his mouth, which robbed him of his breath almost obsessively and fanatically.

No one knew better than him how satisfying it was to touch this person, both physically and mentally, he longed for it so desperately.

Only this person can completely fill the emptiness deep in his soul.

While longing for him, I also want to destroy him so much, but reason is like a rein that restrains me.

But it is only a matter of time before the beast lurking within breaks free from its cage and gains the upper hand, as it is right now.

The kiss lasted for a long time, like a century.

During this period, there were floods and beasts that pried open the teeth, entangled and chased, and it was very fierce.

At first, Ye Zhao was still resisting stubbornly, willing to die. As the temperature rose and the air became thinner, a pair of hands moved up along the hem, around the slender waist, climbed up the pair of beautifully shaped butterfly bones, and slowly stroked them, like water droplets playfully playing with each other on the leaves, which brought him a strong stimulation.

Two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, which were covered by the tie, and dripped onto the white sheets.

Ye Zhao's whole body was limp and he had no strength at all, so he could only let others do whatever they wanted.

His collar was half open and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The beautiful scenery was now in full view, her chest rising and falling, her skin dazzlingly white under the light.

When he thought he was going to be kissed to death, Shen Qingshu showed mercy and let him go.

As if pardoned, Ye Zhao opened his thin lips slightly, and a trace of water slid down the corner of his lips.

At this moment he was completely unaware, breathing in the fresh air greedily and rapidly, feeling absurd as if he were in another world.

Compared to his dishevel, Shen Qingshu was meticulous except for the slightly messy hair on his forehead.

"Hubby, you're so stupid. You don't know you need to breathe when kissing?"

Raising her hand tenderly to wipe away the water stains from the corner of his mouth, Shen Qingshu wrapped her arms around his waist, sniffing his neck which smelled of bitter orange with her innocent face, her eyes revealing dissatisfaction.

"Bastard..." Ye Zhao was tired, and his curses were soft and had no killing power.

"Honey, I want you to be scented with my scent all over your body, or vice versa..."

Shen Qingshu narrowed her narrow eyes and whispered in his ear, then she freed her hands and slowly unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom...