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Chapter Eight: Who Let You Touch It!

After a long time, she bent down to pick up the necklace and dropped it in her hand. She saw it again. She didn't expect that so many years had passed, and she didn't expect that there would still be a chance to see it.

"What are you doing?! Who told you to touch it!" The collar in her hand was instantly snatched away by a violent voice. Shen Jieyu felt a sting in her palms, and then her body was knocked to the side with force. She did not stand at all. He fell firmly to the ground.

"It fell out------I------just picked it up----------" There were tears in her eyes, not sure whether it was because of the pain or because he still cared about it. She has been touched over the years.

"It's best like this." His words were without any warmth, like an ice cellar.

Shen Jieyu slowly stood up from the ground, and for some reason, she laughed softly, which was beyond Su Xinyan's expectation.

He then frowned, "Why are you laughing?"

Shen Jieyu pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing."

As soon as I finished speaking, it suddenly became dark, and the entire bathroom fell into a world where I couldn't see my fingers.

"Damn it!" Su Xinyan cursed, why is there such a power outage?

Shen Jieyu has night blindness. She can't see clearly at night, let alone when there is a power outage.

She waved her hands, thinking that Su Xinyan was still in front of her, so she rushed to catch him. Unexpectedly, she failed to catch him, and instead her feet slipped and fell to the ground again with a thud.

Su Xinyan fumbled and picked her up, turned on the shower and rinsed her off.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you fall so many times at my house?"

"How do I--know!" She grimaced, grinning in pain.

After they rinsed off, they went out. With the moonlight, Su Xinyan held her close to the bed and threw her onto the bed, attacking Shen Jieyu's fragile nerves again.

"You can't be gentler! Hiss--" she complained.

Su Xinyan took off his bathrobe and wiped his whole body, then went to bed. His head was still dizzy, and the alcohol was eating away at his nerves bit by bit. It was as if there was a fire burning in his chest, making him feel stuffy and irritable.

Shen Jieyu lay there motionless. In fact, she didn't dare to move. When her body was about to stiffen, his voice came from beside her, "Come here."

She trembled and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Come here!" He said with a heavy tone, leaving no room for doubt.

Shen Jieyu slowly stood up and approached him. As soon as she was close to him, he held the back of her head and kissed her on the lips.

Shen Jieyu's mind went blank, her eyes widened in vain, and she forgot how to react.

It was like he was kissing for the first time, all he knew was that he was tossing and turning on his lips.

Su Xinyan stepped forward and pulled hard with both hands, tearing the skirt from her chest, revealing her snow-white plumpness in the night.

No matter how hard it is to control the physical and mental desire, there is no outlet for it.


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