The belt tied around Shen Yanxiao's waist was easily torn open, and the unconstrained skirt slid down layer by layer like blooming petals.
A hint of coolness brushed across Shen Yanxiao's legs exposed to the air, and his jade-like skin trembled slightly in the sudden chill.
"..." Shen Yanxiao was stunned. She seemed to understand what Xiu meant.
"I'm just showing them my skills..." Shen Yanxiao blushed, as ashamed as the daughter-in-law who was caught climbing the wall by her husband.
"Huh?" Xiu lowered his head, his knife-like face pressed against Shen Yanxiao's neck, greedy for her breath.
Shen Yanxiao trembled slightly and huddled her shoulders in embarrassment. Fortunately, her coat was long enough to temporarily cover her legs. But even so, the palm that had sneaked under her coat seemed to be picked up by Zhang Ruoyou. Her clothes, with a little bit of coolness, dotted her back.
Shen Yanxiao wanted to cry, she was really honest.
If it had been before, she would have stripped Qin Ge and the others clean, leaving even their underpants untouched.
And the belt…
She could swear to God that after stealing the belt, she immediately turned around and never saw anything she shouldn't have seen.
"I didn't see anything..." Shen Yanxiao tried hard to defend his innocence, but the chill on his back was gradually rising.
The fingertips were obviously cold, but they left a certain amount of warmth wherever they passed. Every inch of skin that was touched by Xiu became extremely hot.
Xiu didn't seem to be satisfied with her answer. He gently kissed her neck with his lips. The tip of his cold tongue lightly touched the sensitive skin of her neck. The tip of his tongue licked her collarbone, slightly touching her neck. She bit down with a punitive bite, causing Shen Yanxiao to tremble in pain. She subconsciously arched her back, but was quickly suppressed by the other party.
"There won't be another time." Xiu's voice was very low.
Shen Yanxiao nodded stupidly, and Xiu released his grip on her. She immediately squatted down, hugged the skirt that had fallen to the floor, and pulled her coat to cover her white legs.
Crouching on the ground like a frightened little rabbit.
Shen Yanxiao's mind went blank. Everything that happened just now left her brain unable to react in time. She looked at the ground in front of her and tried hard to smoothen her breathing.
Suddenly, she was hugged horizontally, and her exclamation was covered in her mouth with both hands. She stared at Xiu Lingling's eyes, looking at Xiu's side face, which was like a cliff that had stood for thousands of years, carved by the wind and rain. Deep undulating lines.
The cold and hard facial features made Shen Yanxiao feel unusually at ease, and she subconsciously said: "I won't dare to do it next time..."
"Yes." Xiu responded lightly, his voice full of hoarseness, as if he was trying hard to suppress something that was about to break free.
Gently placing Shen Yanxiao on the bed, Xiu turned around and left the room as usual, leaving Shen Yanxiao alone with the time to sort out his clothes.
Sitting on the bed, Shen Yanxiao grabbed the corner of the quilt, his red face full of tangles.
Xiu's sudden move caught her off guard. The unprecedented domineering aggression made her realize for the first time that Xiu's strength did not lie in his power, but in himself.
Blinking his eyes, a strange thought suddenly popped into Shen Yanxiao's mind.
How does she feel...
What Uncle Xiu did just now was very...very...very...like...