After his words fell, a fire burned in his eyes. Before Xiaoman could react, he held the back of her head with one hand, held her waist with the other, and covered her red lips with one hand.
Xiaoman felt that his mouth was full of Yan Zhe's aura. He instinctively wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare to refuse.
Yan Zhe is not Song Wenqing. If he gets angry, her life will be really good.
So she not only couldn't refuse, but also had to take the initiative to cater to
As soon as she moved, she felt Yan Zhe's body trembling excitedly.
Immediately afterwards, he heard him groaning and kissing her frantically, which made her almost breathe, and her mind was confused as if it was a mess.
It was not until he pressed her under him and lay on the ground that she reacted and said, "No, this is the Song Mansion."
Yan Zhe left her lips reluctantly and said, "Damn it, I hate the Song Mansion. Why don't you go to my mansion that day?"
Xiaoman gathered his mind and pretended to be a tender expression, saying, "Yan Zhe, I think too, but look, now that I'm watching someone there, I'm afraid it's inconvenient."
After a pause, Xiaoman stretched out his arms and wrapped himself around Yan Zhe's neck and said, "Don't be anxious, I'll be yours sooner or later. I'll be afraid that you will get tired of me and ignore me."
Yan Zhe gently pecked Xiaoman's red lips and said, "How could it be? I can't love you yet."
"Yan Zhe, I am a weak woman. As long as you can save me, from now on, I will be yours." Xiaoman suddenly narrowed the distance between the two and pressed against Yan Zhe's chest and said
This sentence is a false, a complete big lie!
But Xiaoman said it sincerely, and even he felt that it seemed to be true.
‘Oh... I didn’t expect that I, a 21st century innocent girl, came here and I was just like a traitor, playing with feelings, and playing with black belly like a traitor’
‘Fallen, it’s really depravity’
‘Actually, I am kind’
Yan Zhe stretched out his hand, held Xiaoman's back, and kissed her hair gently: "I promise you that when the storm comes, I will do my best to protect you."
The play has been performed so much, Xiaoman could only grit her teeth and try to make her eyes feel affectionate and her voice was weak: "Well... I believe you, that day after that, I felt that only you can protect me, Song Wenqing