Chapter 248

Her heart was beating violently, "thump-thump," yet she couldn't distinguish whether this heartbeat stemmed from the gazes of the crowd or... his irresistible masculine charm.

Having finally entered the VIP lounge, where only two or three guests looked up at them, the pain of a thousand needles and ants biting finally began to fade. He Lele let out a sigh of relief and took off the sunglasses that had covered half her face.

Ruan Ling seemed somewhat surprised that they had come to see him off, but it was clear he was also very happy.

"Brother, do you remember them? Uncle He’s nephews, they are now in charge of the eastern mining area," Ruan Ling said, introducing the accompanying personnel. Ruan Ling hadn't brought them when he came to see Ruan Lin before.

"Young Master," the four young men said in unison.

"I remember. But which two were the ones who wet their pants after losing a fight back then?"

The four young men immediately lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Ruan Lin chuckled.

With that laugh of his, the atmosphere quickly relaxed. They were all clansmen who had grown up together in childhood; now, chatting about the absurdities of their youth, the brotherhood between them instantly awakened.

Watching Ruan Lin’s sincere and casual smile, a gentle smile also bloomed on He Lele’s face. Seven years—in the most reckless and flamboyant years of a man’s life, he had worn a mask to isolate his true self from the world, with no one to share his joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness, doing his best to play the role of a gentle, refined, perfect gentleman. It must be very lonely...

"Alright, we should go. Brother, come back more often when you have time."

"I know."

"Lele, can I call you that?" Ruan Ling asked He Lele with a smile.

"Have some manners!" Ruan Lin scolded.

"Of course," He Lele replied, ignoring Ruan Lin.

"This is my number. Whenever you can't stand my brother anymore, I’ll come be the substitute."

"Uh..."

"You brat, your skin is itching, isn't it!"

"Hahahaha!"

Sending Ruan Ling off, Ruan Lin withdrew his nostalgic gaze and, with his arm around He Lele’s shoulder, prepared to turn and leave. In a casual turn of his eyes, however, he met a pair of black eyes as dark as ink and as demonic as a devil.

He Lele followed Ruan Lin’s gaze and looked over—

The beautiful face with its bright smile gradually cooled, and a trace of unmistakable disgust showed in her exquisitely made-up eyes—she hated him?

Shentu Mo turned his head back, his gaze falling on the computer screen on his lap, yet not a single word entered his eyes.

"Lin, let’s go back."

"Mm."

Soft, delicate gasps, the light shaking of the large bed, the undulating waves beneath the thin quilt...

The man’s hot-iron-like dragon stalk was buried deep within her body. Her flower path was stretched so wide she couldn't exert any strength, and the layers of delicate, soft flesh folds were constantly rubbed and scraped by the fiery-hot meat rod. The pleasure that reached straight to her soul was continuous, growing wildly from her slightly aching cave entrance, from every inch of soft flesh he invaded, and from the flower heart he ground against deep inside.

"Mm..." she moaned like a cat. His slow rhythm was tormenting her body and mind.

Every time he withdrew, she could clearly feel how the ridge of his head scraped against the tightening cave walls, leaving her lewd cave with the wet, slippery love fluid. Next, that thick, hard, fierce blade—which made her body tense and her small cave contract, yet which she couldn't resist no matter what—would slowly squeeze into the cave entrance. It inserted deeply, unhurriedly, and steadily, heating the meat cave inch by inch. Even when it hit the extremely soft and fragile flower heart, there was not the slightest pause; instead, he supported her hips, using force both inside and out to embed himself tightly into her body. His hard pubic bone pressed against hers, his lushly forested groin pressed tightly against her sensitive meat bud, and then, with a casual twist and thrust, he could torture her until she trembled like a sieve.

If you don't court death, you won't die.

Today was... her initiative. After she took out the small note Ruan Ling had given her that night, after she saw the sentence, "Although it is very excessive to ask this, I still want to request you, don't give up on him, love him well," and after Ruan Lin took the note from her hand and gave a slight, bitter smile, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

"Mm... mm-ah... Lin... uh-ah... ah-ah-ah..." It had been half an hour. The slow rhythm gave her flower cave no chance to go numb. The pleasure of every entry and exit of the meat rod made her wish she could twist wildly. The tide of excitement slapped against her consciousness wave after wave, and before long, the undigested pleasure would accumulate into a lewd wave that drowned her body and mind.

"Lin..." Let her be released. "I want, I want you..."

Actively meeting his fierce beast, actively speeding up the rhythm, she was like someone rolling constantly in boiling water, forced by the crazy, sour comfort beneath her to transform into a lewd beast, tensing her toes in thirst for the man’s satisfying fucking.

"Fast, Lin, a little faster... hold me..." She wanted him to hold her fiercely, to bully her with force... "Give it to me!"

"I love you." He withdrew sharply and thrust in fiercely.

"Ah—"

Once the fierce desire released its restraint, it could no longer be held back in the slightest. The bursting longing and explosive power were vented to their heart's content upon the beloved person beneath him.

The blood-engorged, thick, long meat blade uncontrollably pounded and thrust into her most delicate, hidden cave. Her sharp, thin moans shook his eardrums and stirred the lust in the depths of his heart. His palms roughly kneaded her soft, smooth buttock flesh, leaving behind patches of bright red fingerprints. His lips and tongue did not let go of any skin they could kiss, sucking out his own purple-red marks on her delicate body.

"Ah-ah-ah..."

Her body was on fire, her small cave was numb from the thrusting, and lewd fluid flowed all over their private parts, splashing in drops. The fiery comfort, the soul-melting pleasure, and the carnal desire that obliterated all reason spread from the flower path he was fiercely penetrating to the tips of her hair. It was as if her entire body was being fiercely possessed and thrust into by him. The lewd, extreme "squelching" sound of sucking water, the increasingly crisp sound of flesh colliding, accompanied by every "slap-slap," the sour comfort of her flower heart trembling, the pure pleasure of her meat bud being struck, the choking sensation of her heartbeat almost stopping... nothing failed to drive her crazy!

Ruan Lin picked her up. While thrusting his fire spear, he stood up and turned toward the large dressing mirror in the wardrobe. Her exquisite and thin back, her already sweat-drenched long hair, and her perky buttocks, which he had pinched red, came into view.

Withdrawing his desire, Ruan Lin turned the beautiful person around.

"Ah—" a scream of shock.