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My Dangerous Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1486: Louder, I Like That
Lu Ning raised her swan-like neck and panted non-stop. She was dying of thirst. She could feel the passion and excitement of the man on her body. He was purely venting. He did not show any mercy to her. However, she loved his rough and violent strength.
"Why are you dressed so slutty? I won't let you cuckold me so easily. I've raised your appetite. Most men would not be able to satisfy you! Ah Ning, Ah Ning, quickly call for me."
Lu Ning couldn't resist. She moaned softly and couldn't stand the man's coquettishness. In the end, she lost. "Hubby, oh, hubby!"
"Louder, I like to hear it!"
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The following morning, Lu Ning slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at the crystal chandelier above her head. It took her a few seconds to figure out that she had returned home.
Her head hurt a little. Probably due to the hangover last night, Lu Ning covered her head with her small hands and slowly sat up.
Suddenly, she remembered some scenes...
Last night, she seemed to have had sex with Yin Zhihan, and it was very intense!
Lu Ning's eyes widened in shock. She looked down at her body. She was still wearing the red dress that revealed her shoulders, and there was nothing strange about it.
The bedsheets were also very clean and neat. There was not the slightest bit of mess, and there were no traces of post-passion at all.
Lu Ning patted her head. Did she have a wet dream last night?
Probably.
She didn't even know where Yin Zhihan was now. She probably missed him too much.
Lu Ning lifted the blanket and got off the bed. When her feet landed on the ground, her brain froze for a moment. There seemed to be... some feeling between her legs.
She was not a virgin. Whether she had done it or not, she could roughly feel that this feeling was very similar to being slept with last night.
However, this feeling was not obvious. There was no discomfort. She could not be sure. The only one to blame was Yin Zhihan. He had met with an accident too quickly. The number of times they had sex could be counted on one hand.
She was not that experienced.
Lu Ning felt that she was a little crazy. Everything here was very neat and tidy. It did not look like they had sex. Moreover, Yin Zhihan would not come and have sex with her.
Other men could not come in either. There were bodyguards outside the apartment, and there were alarms inside. There would not be any r*pists who was not afraid of death and came in to have sex with her.
Lu Ning spread her thin legs and entered the washstand to wash up.
Standing in front of the washstand, Lu Ning looked at herself in the mirror. She had not put on any makeup, but her small face was flushed and pink. No matter how she looked at it, she looked like someone who had been ravished by a man.
How did she look like someone who had just lost her husband?
Lu Ning lowered her long eyelashes. She did not know whether she should be sad that Yin Zhihan had made her a widow, or happy that even if she lost her husband, she would still look like a young girl.
However, the scene from last night seemed indeed realistic...
Thinking of this, her small face turned red. Did she... have a reaction?
Last night, Yin Zhihan was tormenting her in her dreams and even said lewd things to her. She admitted that she liked it very much.
Yin Zhihan, this demon.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Ning Qing said from outside, "Ah Ning? Ah Ning? Are you up?"
Lu Ning quickly came back to her senses. "I'm here, mommy. I'm washing up."
...
When Lu Ning went downstairs, there was already a sumptuous breakfast on the dining table. Ning Qing had personally prepared it for her.
"Mommy, you're so nice to me." Lu Ning ran into the kitchen and hugged Ning Qing from behind. She lowered her head and sniffed her mother's body. It was so fragrant and warm, just like when she was young.
Ning Qing' was still holding the wok in her hand. Time had always treated such beauty with special care. She was even more elegant and gentle, and her entire body looked like it was bathed under a halo.