C38 Tolerance Level

The next moment, Rong Jinchu grabbed her hand and pulled hard. He stretched out a leg and placed her on it.

He was like a curious child who had suddenly discovered a favorite toy and was playing with her fingers over and over again.

In fact, Mi Su's figure was lean and slender but also exquisite. She was the kind that should have everything, but it was not exaggerated and well-proportioned. However, her fingers were not slender fingers that matched her figure. Instead, they were fair, short, and slightly fleshy.

The feeling of holding it in his palm was exceptionally soft and smooth.

Rong Jinchu took her hand. Under Mi Su's nervous gaze, he opened his mouth and held her finger.

Soft kisses, densely packed on her fingers.

Warm, humid, hot.

Mi Su's breathing slowed down and her heartbeat quickened.

Waves of hot air came from his fingertips.

Among them...

There was also a strange and numbing feeling of trembling.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to pull her hand back, but Rong Jinchu bit her with his teeth.

He saw that his eyes were filled with evil energy as he stared straight at Mi Su. It was as if he had guessed that his fingers were the sensitive spots of her body. They were vile and playful as he used his teeth to rub her fingertips.

Mi Su,... ""

When she blushed and felt hot, Rong Jinchu let go of her and carried her upstairs.

From beginning to end, the butler, Linfeng, and the bodyguards all lowered their heads.

When they disappeared into the stairwell, the two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"Butler, isn't Young Master Rong being too lenient to Miss Mi this time?"

The butler said, "That's right. I think Young Master Rong's tolerance for Miss Mi has exceeded the normal level of the world."

Lin Feng said, "I feel the same way."

Housekeeper: "So, in the drawer in the bedroom, I kept Hehehe's essentials."

Linfeng suddenly understood and gave the butler a thumbs up.

As expected, the older the better!

...

After Mi Su finished showering, she saw Rong Jinchu lying on the big bed with a book in his hand.

Rong Jinchu threw the book aside and waved at Mi Su.

She had just finished showering. Her hair was soft and draped over her shoulders, and her round eyes were wet and watery. With the addition of her creamy white nightdress, she looked like a cute little puppy.

Mi Su twisted her fingers and obediently climbed onto the bed.

She was a person who valued her life. As for her innocence, she had temporarily abandoned it.

Besides, she was in Rong Jinchu's hands. She wouldn't be able to resist if Rong Jinchu wanted to do anything to her.

Rong Jinchu held her in his arms, covered her with a blanket, and turned off the light in the room.

He always slept better with her around.

The bedroom was dark.

The atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

Mi Su lay stiffly in Rong Jinchu's arms. She could feel a large hand slowly moving up her waist. His fingers carried warmth from his shoulders down...

Touch...

The tips of her fingers stopped at her slim waist...

A completely unfamiliar sensation made Mi Su shudder!

In his mind, he recalled what Xia Anan had said to the police.

Could it be...

She's going to be ruined...

"Heh!"

It was Rong Jinchu's soft laughter.

There was a hint of teasing in her hoarse and moving voice.

A low tone, a deep tone, reminiscent of a March breeze, cool and warm.

Just when Mi Su decided that Rong Jinchu would fight to the death if he made a move, Rong Jinchu withdrew his hand and buried his head in her collarbone. He pressed the tip of his nose against hers and sniffed lightly.

"Your body smells good. Is it your body fragrance?"

Mi Su was also not sure, so she vaguely replied,... "It might be the fragrance of bathing milk."