Chapter 302 Biting the Red Lips Slightly


    “The more you struggle... the more I want to get you...” Vincent smiled evilly, deepening the passionate


    kiss. Le almost couldn’t breathe under his wild kiss. At the same time, his big hands were restless.


    “Please don’t...” Le’s refusal sounded like she was ying hard to get to Vincent. His eyes became


    deeper and the fire of desire on him became stronger because of it. It felt like that the air around them


    was also on fire, the scent of sex bing stronger and stronger.


    “Le, tell me you want it.” Le’s mouth was forced open again. Vincent’s tongue got in nimbly, making


    her unable to breathe as usual. She couldn’t only let him get whatever he wanted again and again.


    The temperature kept rising. His ck eyes became dim and bright from time to time, full of an


    indescribable feeling.


    He carried her in his arms and walked out of the kitchen. In the dining room, he put her on the dining


    table and skillfully took off her clothes...


    “Mr. White-- I... I...” she stammered, only to find that she couldn’t speak properly.


    Ignoring her, he pulled out his hot tongue and licked her neck gently. Le’s body became tightened


    suddenly. It tickled and made her ufortable, and her heart skipped a beat.


    She was in a panic. Awkwardly, she suggested, “Can you wait after I’ve cooked?”


    “But you are more delicious than the food,” Vincent said in a hoarse voice, which sounded so


    ambiguous. He tasted Le’s fragrance without scruple. Obsessively, he kissed every inch of her skin.


    Although he made love to her several timesst night and this morning, he still tasted her curved figure


    lovingly. How he wished to rub her into his body and make two be one...


    Hence, on the small dining table, Vincent stripped Le brazenly. When her blouse was stripped and


    tossed away, Le was shocked and weakened without any strength.


    “Mr. White--” Le called him in a soft and weak tone.


    She couldn’t do anything when facing his strong desire.


    However, his eyes were full of some kind of strength. Bending down his head, he gave a bunch of hot


    kisses along her corbones. He said in a husky whisper, “Shush! Don’t move. Let me love you!”


    Vincent’s words startled Le. She wondered if that was sweet talk...


    Right then--


    The lock on the door seemed to be turned. Le’s body was stiffened in an instant...


    Vincent also sensed something wrong.


    “It’s my mom,” Le said in a low voice. She got up from the table immediately. Only her mother had a


    key.


    Vincent’s eyes became sharp, and unhappiness shed through his eyes. He felt extremely annoyed to


    be interrupted. He picked her up and acted so quickly that surprised Le. Then he grabbed the striped


    blouse, pressed it into her arms, and carried her into the kitchen.


    The door was opened.


    Mabel frowned in confusion. “Oh? Has Lee back?”


    Vincent and Le were both in the kitchen, and thetter’s face was as ruby as a potato.


    Vincent was expressionless, vexation shing through his eyes. He tightened up his clothes and


    whispered to Le, “I’ll go out first. Come out soon.”


    “Okay.” Le lowered her head with a reddened face, putting on her clothes in a panic.


    When Mabel was about to call Le’s name, Vincent walked out.


    “Oops!” Mabel was startled. “Oh, Vincent?”


    “It’s me, Mom. Why are you here?” Vincent smiled slightly.


    Mabel looked in the direction where the kitchen was and blinked, seemingly she had understood


    something. “Is Le in the kitchen?”


    “Yes.” Vincent nodded. “Le and I haven’t had lunch yet, so we came here to cook.”


    “Oh! I came in at a bad timing!” Mabel felt a bit embarrassed. She was idle in the afternoon, so she


    decided toe over to clean up. Much to her surprised, she saw Vincent, and Le still hadn’te


    out at this time. She was an experienced hand, so she immediately understood what was going on.


    “Vincent, I suddenly recalled that I still have something to deal with now. Please hurry up and have


    lunch with Le. I’ve got to go.”


    Hence, Mabel walked out in embarrassment.


    Vincent walked her to the door. “Mom, shall I drive you over?”


    “No! No, thanks, Vincent,” Mabel immediately refused, feeling so embarrassed. “Hurry up and cook! I’ll


    come here to clean up the house the other day.”


    She decided to call Le ahead if she woulde over again in the future to avoid encountering such


    a thing again. Judging from Vincent’s look, they must be making love just now.


    “Go back, Vincent!” Mabel waved at him again and closed the door for him, and then went downstairs.


    Vincent stood at the door, took a deep breath in depression. When he turned around, he saw Le


    standing behind him not far away with a blushed face. “Has my mother left?”


    “Yes.” Vincent glinted at Le, feeling somewhat irritated. He picked up his phone. “Hello! Find me a


    locksmithpany and bring me a set lock for the security door. I need it in Pearl Community. Yeah.


    Call me when the locksmith arrives.”


    “Mr. White, do, do you want to change the lock?” Le gaped at the depressed Vincent.


    “Do you have any opposite opinion?” Vincent’s tone was quite impatient. Did she want him to pause the


    half-way again when this happened next time? In that case, his joystick would be useless in the


    future, totally doomed.


    After finishing his words, he cast a sharp nce at Le.


    “No! I don’t oppose it!” Le shook her head in a daze. She didn’t have the guts to be against him. “I’ll


    go cook.”


    Immediately, she ran back to the kitchen. She blushed again. Her mother had interrupted them.


    Otherwise, he would have had sex with her on the dining table. At the thought of it, she felt so


    ashamed.


    Le picked up and washed the vegetables. Hearing the sound of the running water, Vincent couldn’t


    help curling up his lips into a smile.


    Then he lit up a cigarette, waiting in silence.


    The locksmith arrived. Vincent personally took him up and watched him change the lock.


    In about twenty minutes, the old lock was removed and the new lock was installed.


    Le heard the noise and stretched out secretly to look out, only to find that Vincent was passing a few


    big bills to the locksmith. “Thanks a lot.”


    “It’s too much, Sir.” The locksmith didn’t dare to take it.


    “Save the rest as your tip. I’m quite happy with your service. Next time, to change the lock, you should


    act faster.” As Vincent finished speaking, the locksmith took over the bills.


    “Thank you, Sir!”


    “Okay.” The locksmith was gone.


    Vincent used the key to try the lock. Then he nodded with satisfaction. He went back to sit down on the


    sofa in the living room and started to take the keys off. He saved one for Le and put all the rest five


    keys onto his key chain.


    “This is for you!” Seeing Leing out, Vincent pushed the key on the tea table.


    “Then, could you give one to my mother?” asked Le in a low voice.


    Vincent was silent. Then he suddenly stood up. “If we need to give one to her, why would I change the


    lock?”


    “Ah, please don’t get mad. I got it.” Le immediately grabbed her tea and went back to the kitchen. At


    the door of the kitchen, she turned around and nced at Vincent. Then she said in a soft tone, “Lunch


    is almost ready.”


    Vincent watched her bony figure disappear and go into the kitchen directly. He lit up a cigarette, leaning


    against the sofa.


    After being busy in the kitchen for a while and the range hood was turned on and off, Le came out.


    Wearing the apron, she turned around and called, “Mr. White,e to have lunch.”


    Vincent stubbed out the cigarette, stood up, and sat at the dining table.


    She brought bowls to the table and put them down. Then she went back to fetch the chopsticks. He


    squinted at her all the time.


    Le sat opposite him, handing the chopsticks to him with both her hands. “I only cooked two dishes.


    I’m afraid you would be starved. You can start first. The soup will be ready soon.”


    Vincent took over the chopsticks and picked up some food. Then he met Le’s expectant eyes. He


    nodded slightly. “It tastes not bad.”


    “I’ll fetch the soup now.” Le smiled excitedly, walking towards the kitchen.


    At the moment, a phone rang, and the ringing tone sounded from Le’s handbag. Vincent nced at


    the kitchen -- she was busy. Then he stood up, got the phone, and checked the caller ID. He squinted


    slightly at it.


    Julian!


    Vincent swiped to answer and heard Julian’s voice came from the other end of the line. “Hello, Le?


    How are you doing recently?”


    “Pretty well,” Vincent uttered two words, his tone gloomy and unpredictable.


    “Ah? Senior?” Julian was surprised.


    “She’s quite busy. If you need anything, juste to me. Don’t disturb her!”


    “Senior, so are you willing to meet me?”


    “If you need anything,e to me in White Group!” Vincent hung up the phone. “But, I’ll be on a


    business trip for a week. Come to find me a weekter,” he said to himself.


    “Did someone call me?” Le saw him holding her phone when she came out.


    “Yeah. Wrong number.” Vincent’s slender finger tabbed on the screen, and the call log vanished.


    Although she didn’t believe him, Le didn’t dare to retort. She sat down anddled the soup for him.


    After lunch, Le did dishes in the kitchen.


    Finishing cleaning up, she turned around and saw him standing at the door of the kitchen. There was


    only a meter between them, their eyes meeting. Gradually, the nervousness as if she was forced to a


    corner appeared, which aroused the aggressiveness hidden deeply in the man’s body.


    “You’re full now, aren’t you?” In an instant, Vincent had been standing in front of her. His voice was so


    low that her legs were weakened when she heard it.


    “Mr. White, it’s almost the time for my workout.” Le couldn’t imagine. If they had sex, would she still


    have the physical strength to practice?


    “It’s still early. There are an hour and a half left.” He checked the time on his watch.


    Then she was grabbed by him again. This time, they went to her bedroom directly.


    “Mr. White, let’s do it at night.” She truly couldn’t get used to doing it during the daytime.


    “I’ll fly to Japan this evening.” His forehead pressed hers.


    “Oh? Will you go on a business trip?” She was a bit surprised, wondering if it was because he would be


    on a business trip so that he was so eager.


    “Yeah!”


    Le nestled in his arms softly, her long eyshes trembling slightly. Vincent lowered his head and


    kissed her lips, feeling the woman shivering in his arms. His lips moved down and softly bit her red lips


    as a punishment.


    Her eyshes moved. She looked at him shyly with reluctance in her eyes.


    “How long will you be in Japan,” she asked.


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    “A week.”


    Her hands were wrapped around his neck. “When will your flight take off in the evening?”