Chapter 270

Slender fingers grabbed his shirt and couldn't push away his approaching strong body.

Let him kiss deeper.

“......”

There was a strong shudder in Yuxuan.

Her shyness stunned Li Beichen.

Didn't the woman announce to him how debauchery she was under other men?

Why, when you get into his bed, you shy away?

Suddenly, he bit her tongue fiercely.

The strong strength made her lips spill a few threads of blood, and the smell of fishy and sweet spread.

But he just kept her under his control with a cold face and looked at her sobbing low because of pain.

"Li Beichen..." she sobbed and shouted, and her voice was swallowed by him.

The man pulled away her clothes proudly.

His delicate body trembled to retreat, but he was more and more imprisoned by his possession.

The bony fingers touched her clavicle and lingered along the arc of her chin.

Follow the curve of her sexy back and swim to the soul grabbing butterfly bone.

Li Beichen's hot palm held her whole back in his arms.

Yuxuan swallowed low.

He pulled off the pillow behind her and hugged her deeply into the middle of the big bed

Very painful, Yuxuan's breath became weak and trembled helplessly.

A faint sob was heard.

Broken, whispered.

The man in his arms was crying by the sheets.

Li Beichen was shocked, and his strong body was tight.

He was a little rough and hurt her.

The eyes were deep and ran over the guilt.

Li Beichen bowed his head and kissed her, "Yuxuan..."

He kissed and tossed around. His voice was mellow and magnetic. With a disturbing bewitchment, he made her try to bear herself.

His strong chest trembled slightly, and his back was permeated with fine sweat.

Jun's face was a little white, burning red on her skin.

The soft skin with thin sweat is like blooming peach blossoms.

A moment later, the sob faded, and the voice sobbed and itched.

Li Beichen's eyes were deep and difficult to observe. He lifted several strands of hair wet by sweat on her face and said in a low voice: "Yuxuan, do we want a child?"

The long curled eyelashes were wet with sweat and heavy. Yuxuan opened his blurred eyes and looked laxly at the man holding himself in his arms.

She had just been immersed in his comfort, but she heard a sentence clearly——

"Shall we have a child?"

Such a subtle feeling made her sour for a moment.

Very wronged, tears dense, but close your eyes and press down stubbornly.

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No sleepiness.

Li Beichen proudly put on a black nightgown and stood smoking on the balcony outside the landing window of the master bedroom.

The street lamps outside the villa are sprinkled with dim yellow lights, and the tall and straight figure is like the golden light edge on the cage.

The night was quiet and her subtle breathing could be heard.

His breath was thin and his sleep was heavy. It seemed that even the air was solidified like amber.

After all, it rained on a typhoon day. At midnight, the heat of July retreated slightly, and the night wind was very cool, blowing people's clothes.

His slender fingers were cold, and he brushed the ash indifferently.

The cigarette's slight flame rippled out a yellowish halo.

Through the French window, the sinister and dangerous eyes fell on the woman curled up on the bed, and the darkness spread on the pillow side, setting off her side face quiet and white.

Li Beichen frowned when he remembered the sentence he had said to her before, 'let's have a child.'.

Under the night wind, the mountain was blowing softly.

As far away as another world.

It's like time has stopped.

The Red Star between his fingers was visible.

Li Beichen's eyes were deep and difficult to observe. He smoked the cigarette quietly. The smell of tobacco went deep into his lungs, with a slight bitterness.

The narrow Danfeng eyes are half narrowed, the smoke is running slowly, and the handsome cast-free side face against the ground is like uncanny workmanship.

The night wind is really cool.

He thought about something, about marriage.

Perhaps there is no shortage of loving couples in the world. They share weal and woe and never give up.

But the Li family is powerful and intertwined. He has never seen such a complex relationship. He raised his eyebrows and respected each other like a guest.

Yes, just interests and power.

In those years abroad, he thought he would meet the people he loved all his life.

Since then, hold the hand of your son and grow old with your son.

But there are three thousand prosperous dance halls and singing platforms.

The vanity fair is full of romantic affairs, and he doesn't even give it to play on the occasion.

For the sake of power, even Qiao Wenxi was ruthlessly sent abroad.

Over the past four years, he has been tired of emotion.

When Shi Yuxuan appeared in front of him, he felt that it was a farce.

How does she match?

How can she deserve Mrs. Li's dignity?

If it weren't for Li Beiming's coming out of prison, if it wasn't for regaining the position of president.

But he was wrong.

Once so cold and heavy, he would not move even if heaven and earth collapsed and rocks cracked. He would have clenched his fist for her.

This subtle feeling is threatening and uncontrollable.

He has long seen through and tired of the people and things around him. He just feels that the so-called love is absurd.

Unexpectedly, after meeting her, he became more and more paranoid and stubborn.

The possession that imprisoned her forever was driving him crazy.

He reached out and rubbed the frown, but failed.

Vaguely heard the movement of her getting out of bed, and her eyes deeply stared at the slender figure in front of the French window.

Put out the smoke and walk forward.

She frowned slightly, propped up her aching body and wanted to take a bath.

The moment he stood up, he felt more clearly the pain of being crushed all over and the warmth left in his body.

The clothes she was wearing were torn by him, so she had to wear one of his shirts.

——Yuxuan, shall we have a child?

She turned pale at the thought of what he had said before.

There was a moment of weakness, curled up and squatted down.

Behind her, the lights filled the air, and the tall and majestic figure poured down, obliterating her slender.

"Uncomfortable?"

The snow-white skin behind her ears and in her neck was exposed, with terrible purples everywhere. It was something called kiss marks, which showed how intense and lingering her night was.