The president's private treasure

  After so many days and nights, he had already found her sensitive spots, and at this moment, he was gently or heavily biting those places, making her involuntarily tremble for him.

  "Do you like it?" He pinched her small nipple, "It's hard here."

  "Don't say..." Yan Qing's body arched backwards, her full breasts standing upright before his eyes.

  He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head to kiss/suck, and with the other hand unbuttoned her underwear from below. The pants were tie-style, and there was a hole at the crotch.

  Good grief, this is...

  No time to appreciate it today, try another day! Wearing such pants/skirt, wearing a dress outside will be very convenient.

  He tossed aside the cloth, parted her flower/lips, and whispered in her ear with a gentle laugh: "Baby, you're all wet."

  "Don't..." Wan Qing sobbed.

  "Be good, I'll get ready for you, I'm going to love you well." Mu Tianyang said, his fingers suddenly thrust in.

  "Ah……" Wan Qing softly cried out, trembling as she leaned against him, her buttocks tilting backwards. This sudden movement could easily have slipped away from his fingers. But he closely followed her, as if being sucked in by her, not slipping out at all.

  "You see, you can't bear to part with it."

  "It's obviously you!" Wanqing said angrily.

  "Is it?" Mu Tianyang's eyes narrowed, and his fingers began to stir inside.

  "Hmm..." Wan Qing bit her lower lip, preventing herself from making a sound.

  Mu Tianyang laid her down on the bed, looking at her flirtatious expression: "Don't bite, call out..."

  She leaned against him, punching and kicking, her eyes smiling, one hand squeezing her inner wall, the other lowering his head to suck/nuzzle her nipples.

  "Longing... Tomorrow I should go back to school, huh?"

  "Ah......" Yan Qing murmured, looking at him with effort, "You... you don't agree?"

  "Agreed, who will satisfy me?" He gently pecked at her lips, "Don't go, stay home with me."

  "I don't want..." Wan Qing said, "Don't be like this, okay... Ah—gently..."

  "Don't you want it? Don't you still have so much water?"

  His fingers moved in and out quickly, she heard a faint sound of water, her face turned red with embarrassment!

  She saw that he was almost done, he pulled out his hand, tore off his towel and entered.

  "Ah——" Wan Qing cried out, her entire body becoming soft and weak.

  Mo Tianyang started to thrust in and out, making Wan Qing cry out loud. Later, he flipped her over and entered from behind. After changing several positions, he finally couldn't bear to torment her anymore and released himself.

  Wan Qing woke up and subconsciously reached for the alarm clock, but a hand suddenly stretched out from beside her and pushed hers back. She opened her eyes to see Mu Tianyang dressed neatly.

  Mu Tianyang put her hand under the quilt, she opened her mouth to speak, felt a tickle in her throat, and couldn't help but cough. Mu Tianyang helped her sit up, holding her on the bed, took a cup of water from beside him and handed it to her mouth: "Open your mouth."

  She wanted to drink by herself, moved her arm and found that she was wrapped in a quilt, so she had no choice but to accept his feeding. After drinking a cup, Mu Tianyang picked up the electric kettle and poured another cup. Only then did she notice that there was a small table beside the bed with a water bottle, water glass, computer, documents... piled up quite high.

  Mu Tianyang poured her a glass of water and picked up a paper package from the table, pouring out several colorful pills inside and handing them to her: "Here, take your medicine."

  "I ate yesterday." Wanqing wanted to get out of bed.

  Mu Tianyang was taken aback, then understood that she was talking about birth control pills. He tightened his grip on the water cup and pressed her back down: "You have a cold, take your medicine!"

  As soon as she heard the news, she finally understood why she had been feeling unwell all over. She thought it was because of yesterday's exhaustion. After taking her medicine, she saw the laptop and documents on the coffee table and wondered in her heart: Was he accompanying her here?

  A moment later, she hastily put down her water glass and picked up her alarm clock to take a look: "Twelve o'clock?! I'm late!"

  "I've already asked for leave on your behalf," Mu Tianyang said. "Go back to bed and get some rest!"

  "I'm going to class!" Wanqing shouted loudly and entered the bathroom. She slammed the door a bit harder, and she couldn't help but sway her body, almost fainting. After calming down, she walked to the sink with the support of the wall, picked up her toothpaste and toothbrush...

  I feel weak all over...

  Is she really sick?

  No, even if she's ill, she still has to go to class! Only this is her own. From the first day she stepped in here, she lost herself. Apart from studying, she had a little self, but now she has nothing...

  Her emotions were filled with tears as she walked into the dressing room and slowly put on her clothes. She opened the door leading to the bedroom, and Mu Tianyang was already waiting for her outside. He swept her up in his arms and tossed her onto the bed.

  "What are you doing?" Wanqing yelled loudly, "I satisfied you last night! I'm going to school!"

  Satisfied? She just treated it as a task? Mu Tianyang was furious: "You're sick like this, can you even attend class? You'll also affect others!"

  She stared blankly for a moment, then said angrily: "You did it on purpose! I'm not sick! You deceived me! You don't want me to go to school!"

  Mu Tianyang got even angrier, crazily slapping an ear slap over.

  "Ah!" Wan Qing was startled and dodged, but the slap did not land on her face. It stopped just above her shoulder, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind and a surge of anger.

  Mu Tianyang put down his hand and said fiercely: "Think whatever you want!"

  He gathered up his computer and files and left the room.

  Her emotions had just calmed down after a few minutes. She was eager to leave, but another voice came from outside the door. She was startled and couldn't move.

  The door opened and in came Zhang's mother. She let out a sigh of relief and almost collapsed onto the bed.

  Mrs. Zhang brought over several dishes of food and placed them on the coffee table, then ladled some porridge for her: "Miss, eat something quickly."

  "What I... now most anxious about is going to class, don't even have the heart to eat. But this stomach, really has some emptiness, only can take it over."

  After drinking two bowls of porridge, Zhang's mother still wanted her to drink a third bowl. She shook her head: "Can't eat anymore..."

  Zhang's mother had no choice but to put down her bowl, and with a swift movement, she pulled open the quilt under her body and stuffed her into the quilt: "What do you want to eat then? I'll go make it again. Porridge isn't filling."

  Wan Qing shook her head and lay down with the momentum.

  Zhang's mother covered her with a quilt and left after cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks.

  "Did... did he leave?" she asked, stopping her.

  "In the study."

  She lay back down in a sulky mood. Her books and homework were still in the study, how could she go get them with him there?

  Miss, why don't you just take a good rest today? The master has been with you for the whole morning!

  "He's watching me!"

  Mother Zhang didn't say anything more. Alas, poor child.