Female Supreme: Holy Son, you don’t want to be discovered, right?

Farah's kiss today was more passionate than ever before. She seemed to have completely lost control, and her heart seemed to have awakened, which was even hotter than that night.

The overflowing happiness even made her plan to stay awake and punish him all night long until dawn.

Xing Feng naturally didn't know what Farah was thinking, but his eyes became more and more moist.

His lips and cheeks were already red, but Farah still held the back of his head tightly, not letting him escape.

My neck is so sore...I am so tired...No...I don't want it anymore...

Xing Feng tried to push her away, but the next second Farah held her up like a treasure, forcing her to raise her neck slightly to receive more love.

Xing Feng's breathing became completely disordered and he began to gasp violently, as if he was experiencing a fatal drowning.

No...I can't breathe...I feel dizzy...

The heat and water continued to hit his mind, seemingly endlessly and constantly.

Xing Feng was already a little desperate. The fear of suffocation made him whimper slightly in fear.

But Farah gently comforted him, stroking Xing Feng's hair from time to time, and letting Xing Feng breathe from time to time.

However, every time you take a breath, it is covered tightly again without any gaps as soon as you take a breath.

The repeated switching between suffocation and relaxation almost broke Xing Feng's nerves.

At this moment, Farah seemed to have become his god, and she had the power of life and death.

But he could only crawl on the ground humbly, begging for Farah's mercy with guilt in his heart.

After a long time, Farah finally let Xing Feng go with satisfaction.

"Haahahaha——" Xing Feng felt as if he had been pardoned and quickly took deep breaths.

Every breath he exhaled was warmer than his body temperature and had a distinct smell that belonged to Farah.

Farah licked the remaining crystal on her lips and looked at Xing Feng in her arms with satisfaction. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes were out of focus, his lips were red and swollen, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"We've kissed so many times, why don't you know to breathe? You need to be punished!" Farah scolded with love.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Xing Feng looked flustered and dazed, but he still instinctively wanted to please.

Seeing Xing Feng being so docile, Farah simply fell in love with the baby in her arms.

The body also began to compress the few spaces in the quilt, making the temperature inside become increasingly hot.

"It's a rare opportunity for us to come out to soak in the hot springs together today, why don't we get closer?"

"F, Farah..." Xing Feng raised his eyes, his wet hair was rolled behind his ears by Farah, and a burst of hot breath burned his cheeks.

"No~ That's right~ You have to call me Master tonight?"

Then, Farah's five fingers pressed into Xing Feng's trembling fingers, intertwining them ambiguously, like lovers in love holding each other tightly.

"Guji——"

A sound suddenly came from the center of the tightly wrapped quilt, and it was extremely clear in the silent room.

In that warm and private space, they hugged each other tightly.

The world inside the quilt seemed to be isolated from the outside world and belonged only to the two of them.

Xing Feng's eyelashes trembled, and he sobbed as he felt everything, with the crying voice coming out of his throat intermittently.

The natural and strong maternal scent from Farah almost drowned him, and the strong rose scent made Xing Feng particularly dizzy.

But his struggle was so powerless under the stuffy quilt.

"Do you like it? Sister will clean you up next, so please be prepared." Farah gently stroked the black rose on Xing Feng's waist with one hand.

The sweat between the two of them intertwined in the quilt.

Xing Feng widened his eyes as waves of terrible waves swept over him in an instant.

Xing Feng was completely overwhelmed by this joy that was far beyond his capacity and was like a bottomless pool.

"Pfft-"

"Fara...wait...ow...I'm going to melt." Xing Feng began to beg for mercy halfway through, but Farah bit Xing Feng's sensitive earlobe and kept rubbing it between her teeth.

"It's all because of you that the master's body has become like this, so you have to stay with me until the end~" Farah stated the cruel reality and continued to increase the punishment on Xing Feng.

“No… wuwu…”

Begging for mercy did not result in mercy, but even more excessive punishment.

Xing Feng trembled and tried to escape from Farah's control, but Farah held him down tightly.

then,

On a quiet night, a bulging quilt in the room kept trembling, as if it was breathing.

The bulging outline of the quilt constantly rises and falls with the inside, sometimes like gentle waves on the sea, flowing gently; sometimes like raging waves crashing beside the reefs, violently beating the reefs.

After a long time, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt, as if because of the excessive heat, it slowly stretched out from the quilt.

It tried to find a breath of cool air, silently protesting against the high temperature inside the quilt.

But his wrists kept shaking, as if he had no strength at all.

As soon as you come into contact with the outside world, the cool air immediately caresses every fingertip, taking away some of the heat and giving you a brief sense of relief.

However, this freedom and comfort did not last long.

Another hand appeared, firmly grasping the trembling wrist that was sticking out of the quilt, and then gently but firmly pulled the hand that was seeking coolness back, back into that hot but loving world.

From the outside of the Japanese sliding door, a low and muffled voice continued to be heard, sounding as if someone was begging for mercy weakly.

The sound was obscured by the thin layer of the sliding door, becoming even more unclear, but it was still not difficult to recognize that it was the emotion that came from someone who could not completely hide.

The voice of begging for mercy seemed to carry an indescribable despair and helplessness, as if the person was forced to the limit by some situation and could only make such a sound to express his fear and request.

The sound was mixed with intermittent breathing sounds, sometimes high and sometimes low. Every breath seemed to be striving for something, but seemed so powerless.

By the time the sliding door was opened again, it was almost late at night.

A graceful figure with long silver hair crawled out of the house.

At this moment, he looked extremely terrified, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

Behind him, the quilt in the room had already been crumpled into a ball and was no longer smooth. The white quilt was dotted with dark spots.

The house was in a mess, with paper balls scattered everywhere, and the whole room was filled with a rich scent of heather and roses.

“Help…Help!”

Xing Feng had just stuck half of his body out of the room when a large hand in the darkness grabbed his ankle and dragged him back into the darkness.

The door slammed shut, followed by Farah's ruthless rebuke.

"Ah, what's wrong? Do you think this is the end? Today I am going to completely eliminate the bad boy's nature."

The night sky is deep, the stars are shining,

The breeze occasionally blows through the curtains, bringing coolness to the night and a hint of the sounds of nature.

The rustling of leaves in the distance, occasionally mixed with the low chirping of birds, adds a bit of vitality to this quiet night.

However, the begging and sobbing sounds coming from behind the sliding door became more intense, completely breaking the quiet atmosphere outside the house.

If you listen carefully, it might be something like the following.

"Please...let me go..."

"Forgive me...forgive me..."

“No…I’m sorry…Ahhh…”

"Woo-"

A long time passed, and the sound became smaller and smaller. The hoarse voice seemed to be completely unable to speak, and only the voice that made people think was left...

By the time the sky gradually brightened, it was probably early morning.

In the room, Xing Feng, who had been punished to the point of being weak, was lying between the white bedding and pillows, shivering from time to time.

At this time, his face was covered by the quilt, and he groaned from time to time, and his thin legs were still shaking.

The black stockings on her body had already been torn into tatters, and her whole body seemed to be covered with traces of last night's punishment.

Farah sat contentedly on the edge of the bed, and as the sky brightened, she looked back lovingly at her baby who had been tossing and turning all night.

just,

As sunlight shone into the room, the fair skin gradually appeared under the black stockings.

And Farah's gaze completely stopped when she saw the graffiti on Xing Feng's lower abdomen.

?

"What is this?!" Farah tilted her head slightly, her face grim, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

She finally understood that everything Xing Feng did was just to deceive her.

Of course Xing Feng, who was still trembling, could not answer. At this time, he was already confused.

Even so, Xing Feng's subconscious seemed to sense the cruel punishment that was about to come, and he trembled even more violently.

...

Chapter 110: Still haven't realized the mistake

Rose Chamber of Commerce

In the magnificent conference room,

A young girl sits upright on an intricately carved sandalwood chair. Even though her toes just touch the ground, her posture is still elegant and calm.

The maid in white respectfully brought a cup of fragrant rose tea to the girl sitting there.

"Ms. Lisa, please." The maid was obviously much older than the girl, but she still looked extremely respectful.

"Thank you." Lisa thanked her and took the exquisite porcelain in her hands.

With just one glance, she found the source of the delicate patterns on the teacup from her memory.

Such a low-key and luxurious design should be a handicraft from Casteryuanhai.

It's clearly not in demand, but now it's just being used to entertain customers?

interesting...

She slowly raised the liquid with her slender and elegant fingers and took a sip with her red lips.

The scent of tea seemed to complement her temperament, warm and complex.

Lisa tasted slowly, and every bite seemed to be savoring the passage of time.

The light red tea rippled and was then slowly put down.

The taste was good, but for her, who had tasted many rare teas, it was still a bit disappointing.

Lisa pulled out the pocket watch from the breast pocket of her tuxedo.

Gently open the watch cover and glance over the hour and minute hands on the dial.

The hands are still moving, and it seems like a long time has passed.

"Snapped"

She closed the watch cover and put it in her pocket.

Lisa's expression remained calm, revealing almost no emotion, but her silver-gray eyes, the same color as her hair, seemed to be able to see through everything.

She picked up the teacup again and sipped the warm rose tea.

After a while, the door of the conference room was slowly pushed open.

A gorgeous red-haired woman walked in, like a gorgeous rose.

The noble and elegant temperament, the charming red hair, and the pair of smiling eyes are all very impressive.

The two looked at each other and nodded slightly at the same time to express their greetings to each other.

"Sorry for the long wait. I was dealing with some annoying things."

Farah sat behind the carved mahogany table, folded her hands and smiled.