After that, I walked out without forgetting to close the door.
Leng Suixin breathed out. Seeing the person on the bed sleeping so soundly, she felt a little annoyed and a little distressed.
Walking over, she muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why are you drinking so much for nothing? I want you to say you love me, but I won't kill you."
As long as you say it, can I still forgive you?
There were light beads of sweat on his forehead. Leng Suixin picked up a towel and wiped it for him. When he was about to go back to the bathroom to wet the towel, his hand was held tightly by him, "Suixin..."
His voice was a little deep, his eyes were still closed, and he didn't seem to wake up.
Leng Suixin pumped her a few times, but found that his strength was terrifying and he didn't want to let go of her at all.
"Ye Jinhan, I'm going to wet the towel, don't hold me back." Her tone was helpless. After she finished speaking, he still didn't let go of her hand.
"Ahan, be obedient." She had to soften her stance. She remembered that he said that he liked hearing her call him this way, but there was always a gap between them, so she rarely acted coquettishly towards him and called him Ahan sweetly.
Her wrists tightened instead of loosening, and her whole body was pulled into his arms. Ye Jinhan squinted his eyes, trying to see her expression clearly, but it was in vain. He could only bring them closer, breathing, and touching.
Together, in chaos
"You!" Leng Suixin was frightened by him, and her waist was hugged tightly by him, and her whole body was lying on him. Even the shoulder straps of her pajamas slipped off due to his movements.
Such a posture is very embarrassing
But he seems to like it very much
Holding her tightly, Ye Jinhan deliberately rubbed his lips against her smooth shoulder, breathing on it, making her whole body tingle.
Is this man drunk or not?
Leng Suixin frowned and the towel fell from his hand, but he seemed to do it on purpose. He turned over and held her in his arms, burying his head in her chest. This made Leng Suixin not sure what to do.
"Ahan, don't make trouble, let me go." Leng Suixin begged for mercy in a low voice. The hand on his waist suddenly tightened a little, accompanied by his muffled voice.
"Don't let go"
How could this man still be so dishonest when he was drunk?
Leng Suixin bit her lip and thought for a long time before lowering her head and leaning next to his ear, "Ahan, let me go, or I will ignore you in the future."
He seemed to be moving, squinting his eyes, but raising his head slightly, "Where are you going?"
That pitiful look was different from the previous indifference, which made her suddenly feel guilty.
What's going on here?
When did Young Master Ye start to take the path of melancholy?
Just as he was thinking about it, the hand on his waist came around again. He raised his head, kissed her lingeringly on her chest, and kept murmuring, "Follow me, stay with me, don't leave."
The blood all over her body was a little coagulated. Leng Suixin noticed that her big palms slipped into her pajamas, suddenly held his face, and asked coldly, "Ye Jinhan, you are not drunk at all, are you? Bastard, you are lying to me!"
"
Ye Jinhan didn't answer, he pressed her on the bed and sealed hers with his lips, arousing their feelings for each other.
"Well, you, bastard..." Leng Suixin was chewed until he was numb, but she didn't want him to satisfy him so easily.
You actually pretended to be drunk to deceive her, Ye Jinhan, will your scheming only be used on me?
Tears fell down unsatisfactorily, Leng Suixin bit her lip, not wanting his tongue to enter
Sensing her silent resistance, Ye Jinhan sighed, kissed away the tears on her eyelids, and then held her in his arms, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for always making you cry."
There was some doting in his voice, and his warm palms gently brushed her hair and cheeks, as if she was his treasure, and he cared for her with great care.
With her eyes slightly lowered, Leng Suixin didn't know how to face him at this time. If he was strong, she could resist, but how should she deal with him being so gentle?
The tears were still going on, and he must not know that at this moment, she actually just wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, for unknown reasons, just to vent like this, but her reason told her that she couldn't. If he wouldn't go
If she doesn't care, why should she show weakness again?
Ye Jinhan frowned, not liking the way she said nothing and cried alone, as if she had been excluded from the world for a long time and was not someone she could rely on.
This feeling is terrible!
Lifting her chin with his index finger, he forced her to look up and their eyes met before he spoke, "I said, I just want to see Qi Yue for something. She is not the one I like."
Thinking of Lan Feimo's words, there were some misunderstandings that could not be explained, but he had no other choice.
Leng Suixin looked at him with misty eyes, pursed her lips, and became more honest, "You and her seem to be getting along very well."
He always had a faint smile on his face towards that woman, but it was only when he faced her that he always seemed to be more angry.
This made her feel aggrieved. Obviously, she had worked very hard to make him fall in love with her and to give him the best of everything.
Wiping away the tears on her face, he felt helpless and distressed, "I'm afraid you are the only one in the world that I can't talk to."
To say that he is indifferent, he is only towards her. For a businessman outside, disguise is necessary at all times.
Why, she can't tell what is perfunctory and what is from the heart?
Leng Suixin lowered her eyes, twitched her nose, and deliberately wiped all the snot on his shirt, as if to ask for it back, "You can only bully me, right?"
"Yeah" he responded with a smile, but his heart overflowed with sweetness.
But she was even more unhappy. She hit him on the shoulder and wanted to get up aggrievedly, "You bad guy, then go chat with your Miss Qi. Why do you pretend to be drunk and come to me? Ye Jinhan, I hate it."
you!"
This time, the little wild cat really got angry
Ye Jinhan was afraid that she would hurt her pink little fist, so she gently wrapped it with her big palm and brought it to her lips for a kiss, "Little fool, that Miss Qi is not to my liking."
"Then you go find something that suits your taste." She gasped and glared at him
"Didn't I already find it?"
"You!" As if he was playing in the palm of his hand, Leng Suixin became even more angry, but his hand was held by him, unable to exert any strength, and his whole body softened into a puddle of water under his warm breath.
There was no moment when she hated herself more than she did now!
Anxious and angry, she had no choice but to stop looking at him. She could only breathe and change violently.