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Zhu Yanzheng bought that nightgown for her.

In other words, in fact, after Song Ci moved into Tingqiyun Mansion, most of her food, clothing, housing and transportation were all taken care of by Zhu Yanzheng.

He seemed happy to do these things for her and regarded them as part of his life.

So Zhu Yanzheng had seen that nightgown before.

The texture of the silk fabric makes it feel like water flowing on your body, as if it were nothing.

He lifted a corner of his skirt and let her bite it.

There is no cover.

The girl's whole body was pressed against the door frame, and the cold touch of the door spread throughout her body, arousing a chill in Song Ci's body.

Her mouth bit the fabric, and the girl's voice rolled out of her throat.

Can't hear clearly what is being said.

Men in suits and ties.

The shirt and suit vest on his upper body were still on, and his wide shoulders and narrow waist made him taller.

He was so tall that he easily overturned her and crushed her whole body into bones and blood.

The clothes are complete, not even a single flaw can be found.

Unlike him, the girl in front of him only wore a nightgown, and the silk fabric was easily pressed out of the folds.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows slightly, but her teary eyes looked like a frightened young deer as she turned to look at the man.

The expression is indistinguishable.

The night light in the room was not bright enough and could only outline the outline of the man's figure and the lines of his muscles.

She gently opened her lips, and the girl whimpered in a soft voice: "Zhu Yanzheng..."

She called him that again, as if it was some secret signal.

The man did not reply to her, but only tightened the strength of the arm holding her lower abdomen, as if he wanted to fuse her into flesh and blood.

The girl had just taken a bath, and her body was filled with the fresh fragrance of lily of the valley.

One side of the nightgown straps slipped off her shoulders, revealing the girl's beautiful fair skin.

The nightgown was loose and smooth, covering something easily.

Frowning slightly, Song Ci's eyes flashed with doubt for a moment.

Not as she wished.

His hands slowly moved down and closed the center of her legs.

If Song Ci looked down at this time, he could even see a slightly embarrassed look.

What does this mean?

Song Ci's eyebrows were slightly depressed, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her heart.

He was obviously holding back, but he refused to do what she wanted, and just rubbed her like this.

The warm lips followed her spine, all the way down.

Leaning over and kissing her lower back, Song Ci subconsciously arched her back, but because of this, she felt the pain under her waist more clearly.

Zhu, Zhu Yanzheng, can you be so patient?

Song Ci cursed secretly in his heart, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

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