the more mainstream style of pajamas from 7-11."Rong Ling!" she called softly, her head bowed. "I don't like that pajamas!"By the way, I looked at him with a worried frown.He raised an eyebrow, his m...Although we're supposed to continue discussing the negotiations with Senko, realistically, they have a lot of power behind them. No matter how much we talk, we won't be able to achieve significant results. They'll just try to find clever wording to set traps or figure out ways to give themselves more leverage so that Secretary Li will be slightly hesitant and not push the price too low.

When Lin Meng came out of the house, she was exhausted. Since Ruan Chengyi and the other had clearly rejected Rong Ling's help, she could only do her best to plan for the masses. So, in the process of actively participating in the discussion, many of her brain cells died.

This mental labor is not any easier than physical labor!

After returning to her room, she first took a short hot bath to give her brain a moment of relaxation. Only after climbing out of the bathtub did she start to think about calling Rong Ling. If that man wasn't asleep yet, she wanted to talk to him. But that policeman was such a nuisance! If that policeman continued to follow him every step of the way, then there were some things she really couldn't say.

"Have you slept yet" she asked softly after the phone call connected.

"No." was his somewhat gravelly reply.

"That... That policeman was beside you!"

"No."

She suddenly beamed, relieved. Unexpectedly, he said directly, "Come over here, room 7036!"

This room number is only separated by a few rooms from where Lin Meng lives!

Lin Meng's heart skipped a beat. Hearing that slightly alluring voice, she inexplicably blushed and bit her lip, letting out a soft hum.

"No!"

After being with him for so long, she had come to understand certain aspects of his nature. If she went back to him, who knew what he might do!

We just worked it out over the phone!

She took matters into her own hands and began to question him, giving no room for refusal. Because she confirmed that the policeman was not with Rong Ling, Lin Meng could ask her questions without any hesitation. After repeatedly getting his assurance from Rong Ling that he was fine, she finally hung up the phone with a slightly relieved heart.

After hanging up the phone, she went to bed. There was only one small wall lamp on in the room, making it a bit dark, suitable for sleeping. But lying in bed, although she was tired, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She tried to force herself to sleep, but after tossing and turning impatiently for a while, she opened her eyes, gently pulled back the covers, and got out of bed!

That man was just a few rooms away from her.

To be this close, yet unable to embrace him, made her feel uncomfortable. She cared for him deeply, so much that she couldn't bear to pull away in this recurring situation and act dramatically!

She wanted to hold him, tightly hold him, just to confirm he was safe in her arms!

This is her deepest desire!

So, she couldn't sleep!

A restless heart cannot make her stay calm anywhere.

Holding the removed clothes, she quietly entered the bathroom to change. Then, she stuffed the thin pajamas into her bag. She turned her head and gently glanced at Miaoqing who was sleeping on the other bed, tiptoed out of the room, and closed the door.

When the door closed, Miao Qing, who had been closing her eyes, suddenly opened them. A flash of interest crossed her eyes, and she quickly got out of bed and walked toward the door. She quietly pulled the door open a crack and waited until she saw Lin Meng enter the room ten meters away. Then she smiled slightly, closed the door, got back into bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

Over there, Rong Ling, who was opening the door, saw Lin Meng standing gracefully at his doorstep, barefoot and only wearing a pair of slippers provided by the hotel. He felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart!

What could be better than a woman who can't let him go, pretends she doesn't care but ultimately comes back to him, bringing him joy!

Lin Meng blushed, not daring to look at Rong Ling. Her small frame twisted and she leaned aside, slipping directly into the room from beside Rong Ling. She was the one who said she couldn't come before, but now she sneaked in, it was still her. This indecisiveness made her feel a little embarrassed and ashamed.

Rong Ling's lips curled into a smile, gently closed the door, and slowly followed her pace, trailing behind her.

This is a three-star hotel. The interior decoration is rather simple. As soon as you enter, there's a bed just a short distance away. There isn't much space for leisure or entertainment. So, more than a meter away from the bed, she stopped abruptly. She hung her head and turned her back to him, clearly still shy.

Rong Ling was used to being generous and didn't have any shame. Seeing her like this, a satisfied smile crossed his mind. He walked up and hugged her tightly, pulling her from behind into his arms. Then, a warm kiss landed gently on her cheek.

This is a test!

She twisted her body slightly, glanced away lightly, and pushed him!

This is not acceptable!

"Sleep now," she whispered.

He stared at her, his eyes intense. As he looked, a blush crept up her pale neck. His gaze flickered, and he released her. She took the opportunity to lift her foot and close all the lights in the room except for the small wall lamp that cast a dim glow. Then, slinging her bag over her shoulder, she slipped into the bathroom.

Because the hotel rooms were laid out similarly, she managed this series of moves with ease!

When she came out of the bathroom after changing back into her pajamas and holding her phone, Rong Ling was already lying in bed. But this man was very considerate, only taking up half the bed, leaving the other half for her. This was a silent understanding!

Her face was flushed, but she only hung her head silently, pulling the covers and getting into bed. Then, like a little bug, she twisted and turned until she was beside Rong Ling. Next, she stretched out her hand and lightly touched Rong Ling's waist!

"Huh…"

A soft cry escaped her lips, and her fingertip instinctively retracted as if burned. This man, who was perfectly fine just moments ago, clad in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, had suddenly become completely naked. That bare skin, flaunting its heat with abandon, made her feel a surge of warmth.

The man remained motionless, as if asleep.

She shrank back like a shy flower for a moment, then, feeling safe at last, slowly extended her hand and, with her slender arm, encircled his slender waist. Then she moved closer to his broad frame, pressing her head against his shoulder. After rubbing it for a while, finding a comfortable position, she smiled silently, eyes closed, like a little cat finally content.

Finally, I held him in my arms!

It's great!

All of this, however, was perceived silently by Rong Ling!

Rejecting his invitation and resisting his closeness, yet she ran to him herself and even climbed onto his bed. Was this woman determined to be so stubborn and proud She was worried about him to death, and she was delighted to see him, but she insisted on suppressing these feelings. Was she planning to remain so contradictory until Zhuo Yiyi was dealt with

She's such a silly woman!

She's also a cute little woman!

He found it amusing, but he was also touched by her current actions. After the incident, she didn't behave like other women who would become hysterical, make a scene, or be unreasonable; nor did she use this opportunity to look down on him, threaten him, or act superior. Now, she was able to separate things clearly and openly showed concern for him. This is his woman!

Like sweet dough, yet no kneading can alter its pure essence!

He's a noodle person!

He propped himself up, resting one hand on his head and staring at her quietly. Her face was flushed, her skin as smooth as jade, exposed beyond her nightgown - she really did look like a sweet pastry!

He reached out and gently touched her face. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't open her eyes, as if she intended to keep sleeping.

He found it amusing, how this silly woman sometimes had an ostrich-like mentality, thinking that if she wanted to be perceived a certain way by others, then that's exactly how she would be seen.

"Stupid!"

He hissed softly, leaning down, his slightly warm tongue gliding lightly over her tender lips. Her body trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering even more wildly because she was electrified by this seductive provocation.

He kissed her relentlessly. His warm hand began to knead her full, white shoulders gently. Her small ears were already red, and under his persistent touch, she finally opened her eyes helplessly. Her innocent yet helpless gaze met his. Her dark eyes, like polished obsidian in the night, flickered with tiny specks of pure silver light, as if freshly washed from water. He leaned in and kissed her eyelids. The itching from his teasing made her smile involuntarily.

"No!" she exclaimed, pushing him away.

He ignored her. This fragrant, inviting body came to him willingly; he wouldn't stop! So, he blocked her soft moans and began fanning the flames on her body. The two softest mounds were his first target. Her body was soft, but that patch of flesh was unbelievably soft, something he both loved and obsessed over!

She trembled slightly beneath him, and soon her face flushed red as she felt the two points on her chest harden, like beans, pressing against his large palm. His large palm squeezed and softened, and she was electrified with a tingling sensation.

She pulled her legs together and began to wriggle weakly, trying to free herself.

He turned and licked there, through the nightgown, catching a red bean and sucking it hard. Her breath became suddenly disordered and rapid, starting to gasp for air.

"Don't..." he begged habitually, but couldn't say whether it was truly a "don't" or a feigned one!

At this point, men rarely listen to women. Most of the time, they do things their own way. So, he simply pulled the straps of her sleep shirt down from her shoulders and further down, exposing the two mounds of white flesh without any cover. Only then did he feel even more pleasure as he used his tongue to tease her.

Her nightgown hung loosely on her body, falling below her chest. The way it draped revealed a hint of her figure, making her feel strangely alluring, yet more embarrassed and flustered than ever.

"No…" she mumbled incoherently, she was no match for Rong Ling in the realm of intimacy. She just kept rambling nonsensically. "Sleep… No…"

"Good boy, we're going to sleep!" he murmured softly, the desire in his tone was blatant and hot.

Her body had always been sensitive, and she'd been trained by him for so long that when he touched her, kissed her, bit her, and pinched her, she couldn't help herself. She felt powerless. Shamefully, she was getting wet all over, her whole body burning with heat, and her head began to feel dizzy.

Unknowingly, the pajamas had disappeared. This was thanks to Rong Ling having a few points of rationality left, not following his usual violent nature on the bed and directly tearing her nightgown apart. Otherwise, if she went back, the torn-up nightgown would be difficult to explain!

He gazed at her, dazed and confused, his heart burning hotter, his eyes growing darker. The desire churning below him ached with intensity, for it had been days since he’d taken her. He was a man of strong desires, and once they built up, the eruption was hard to contain.

He was kneading her soft flesh with brutal force, his wolfish kisses disrupting her breath and nerves. He flipped over, kneeling on top of her, his powerful legs already silently wedging themselves between hers. His raw desire followed close behind, ready to plunge into her at any moment he willed it.

The thought made a searing pain shoot through him, his desire springing up and bouncing wildly. He fought to control it, reaching into her legs.

The different touch, too vivid, finally stimulated her to come back to her senses! She was startled, both ashamed and anxious! She came here, she didn't want to do this kind of thing with this man! If he really got his way, it would be better for him to kill her! This man is a mess right now, Zhu Yiy hasn't even resolved it yet, how could she let him touch her!

No!

There's no such thing as a free lunch!

Lin Meng's little woman's temper flared!

She won't just give herself to him until she solves the issue with Zhuo Yiyi! A woman shouldn't just casually give herself to a man; it's degrading. Doing so will make her feel less important in his eyes.

"No---" she flinched, her bottom quivering.

The man was already driven to the edge by the intoxicating sensation of mud, his eyes bloodshot and breathing heavy. How could he possibly hear her words! The harder she struggled, the more he craved to replace it all with his own desire, plunging in deep and stirring her violently!

She saw him acting more and more recklessly, and seeing the obvious desire in his eyes, her heart beat faster and faster. The influence of estrogen and testosterone is a two-way street. A man's emotions can also drive a woman to feel the same way. But --

She still reached out firmly, along her lower abdomen, covering her genitals, and pushing his fingers away.

The visual of those fair, slender fingers resting there was enough to drive one mad. Rong Ling's eyes gleamed with bloodlust.ily. The Mu family members, relying on the status of the Yue family, have been suppressed and bullied by Rong Ling for years because he missed out on the position of head of the family, unable to bear...