"Look at you..." He walked over slowly, hugged her waist from behind, and tightened his arms suddenly, almost suffocating her.
"Stop making trouble..." She was a little in a hurry, holding a spatula in her hand and quickly putting the vegetables on the plate and turning off the fire.
"Nian En," Rong Beiming turned her around, caressed her cheek with his fingers, slowly inserted them into her hair, hooked the back of her head, and pulled her towards him.
He originally wanted to kiss her gently, but he didn't expect that as soon as he touched her warm lips, he couldn't control himself. The gentle and gentle kiss gradually turned into a fierce sucking and nibbling.
bite……
He squeezed the air out of her lungs hard, and tightened the hand around her waist. Her sweetness could always easily drive him crazy.
"Um... Ming..." She felt very uncomfortable and begged with a trembling voice, her eyes like black crystal covered with a layer of moisture.
Rong Beiming raised his head, suddenly hugged her tightly and buried his face in her neck.
"You...where are you going tomorrow?" she asked casually.
"Do something!"
Yu Nianen wanted to ask him about Qin Shuyi, but she was afraid that what Qin's mother was worried about was true. She hadn't put the tracker yet.
She didn't know where it should be placed.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"No, just ask..."
"Nian En, tomorrow..."
Yu Nianen turned around and picked up the dishes on the plate: "Help me, dinner is ready!"
Without the servants, the villa became even quieter.
During the meal, neither of them spoke, each having their own things in mind.
…
"I haven't played the piano for a long time," Rong Beiming pulled her into the practice room after dinner.
Before Yu Nian'en could realize why he wasn't playing in the living room, Rong Beiming said: "Nian'en, dance for me." His tone was gentle, with irresistible determination.
"Another day!" Yu Nianen thought he was weird. Did he know that Qin's mother had come to find him? Was he waiting for her to confess?
Rong Beiming sat down on the piano bench and played a few notes. A few simple sounds made Yu Nianen's heart beat faster.
The music he played was "Hope".
She stared at him with wide eyes, but he gracefully stopped playing, and then the song "Wedding in a Dream" flowed under her fingertips.
"You have been with me for so long, but you have never danced for me. Nian En, I play the piano and you dance, isn't it great?" He said, looking at her thoughtfully.
Yu Nianen's legs were shaking, no, it wasn't good at all!
He definitely did it on purpose, deliberately irritating her with these words.
"I'm very tired, I'm going up!" She said in a panic, wanting to leave.
Rong Beiming stretched out a hand and pulled her to sit next to him, and said slowly: "Canon".
The music stopped suddenly, and a few seconds later, he played the "Canon" they had played together many times with one hand.
His slender fingers passively touched the keys, and Yu Nianen's heart felt like a big stone was being pressed against him. He played for a while before catching up with his rhythm.
Rong Beiming's other hand wrapped around her waist. Tomorrow is the last round, and Yehun will definitely try his best to set up a killing trap and wait for him to die.
He was not afraid of death, because Yu Nianen's attitude at this time made him seem to have fallen into a dead situation from which he could not escape.