Now Xuan Le finally understood the difference between a hen and a rooster. Wait, she seemed to be scolding him!
By the time he realized what he meant, Long Qianqian had already left quickly.
"Long Qianqian... don't let me catch you and call me a bastard."
She turned around and saw him chasing after her. She stood there and laughed. Her expression was like that of a fool who took a long time to react. Who said that a man with a philandering mind has a high IQ?
After catching up with her, Xuan Le's eyes suddenly stopped at her open collar due to laughter, and her smile froze.
What he saw was a light red mark branded on her neck, which was very dazzling.
Long Qianqian noticed that his eyes were resting on her neck, and she subconsciously tightened her collar.
Xuan Le saw it, he must have seen it. She wanted to leave in shame, but Xuan Le held her back.
"Qianqian, has he done anything to you?"
Long Qianqian turned her head and looked away, fearing that she would see Xuan Le's strange eyes. "It has nothing to do with you."
"Why it has nothing to do with me, you are my woman now, and I will not allow others to hurt you."
Long Qianqian's heart trembled and her nose felt sour. She was moved by his words, but she only regarded Xuan Le as a friend and could not cry and throw herself into his arms. She could only look at him coldly.
"Our relationship hasn't reached that point yet, so you don't have to worry about it."
This woman had such a tough mouth, pretending to be strong even though she was obviously fragile. He wanted to hug her tightly, no matter if she would hate him for it or not.
He pressed her head hard against his chest, and Long Qianqian heard the voice coming from the bottom of his heart.
"Long Qianqian, I am willing to be your harbor. When you are tired, tired, injured, or cry, remember to come to me."
This time, she couldn't help crying anymore. At this moment, she suddenly felt that her impetuous heart seemed to be slowly settling down, and the hustle and bustle seemed to be gone.
The two fiery bodies were tightly intertwined, the woman's alluring low voice, and the man's turbid and heavy breathing formed a picture of eroticism.
"Yang, slow down..." The woman begged for mercy because she couldn't bear such a fierce impact.
Long Henyang leaned down and smiled evilly: "Aren't you talking about being first-class in bed? I can't stand this."
He needs to vent, he wants to forget that woman, and he wants to prove that he is not indispensable to her.
The woman touched his body and tried to reach in from the hem of his clothes, but Long Henyang pinched her wrist hard.
"You've gone too far."
His eyes were as bright as fire and he spoke coldly.
The woman smiled charmingly: "Yang, you see that everyone else is naked and naked, but you are still wearing clothes. It's really unfair."
There was no emotion in Long Henyang's eyes that looked as if they were about to freeze. He stood up and pulled away, cold and proud.
The sudden emptiness made the woman groan in dissatisfaction.
"Positive……"
Long Henyang picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them on her, saying coldly: "Get out!"
The woman was confused and looked at him in disbelief. "Yang, what's wrong? Are you not satisfied with my performance just now? I just..."
"Don't make me say it a second time."
She had been attracted to him for a long time, and today she suddenly received his summons, thinking that she would be able to take over. How many women were looking forward to such an opportunity, but she was screwed up by herself.
The woman did not dare to speak anymore, as it would be no good for her to anger him, so she put on her clothes and left unwillingly.
Long Henyang took out two bottles of vodka and drank it. He wanted to get drunk. After staying in the dark world for a long time, he suddenly met someone who made him see the light. He didn't want to give up, even if that person was someone he hated.