"Ahem...he is mine..." Ye Wanwan tried to find a reasonable identity to introduce Jian Zhipei, but found that he couldn't find it at all.
Does she want to say that he is her master? How embarrassing.
But in Xi Junjie's heart, he already had the answer. Could this man in front of him be Ye Wanwan's boyfriend? Otherwise, would they live in the same house?
"Wanwan, is this your boyfriend?" Xi Junjie asked with an awkward smile.
"Uh... no no..." Ye Wanwan waved her hands quickly to explain.
But a lazy and charming male voice sounded beside her, "I am, so don't come looking for her in the future."
Ye Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the man next to her in astonishment. Why was he admitting indiscriminately?
"Excuse me." Xi Junjie said wittily and left on his ATV.
Ye Wanwan was standing in the yard in a daze. She suddenly slapped herself on the head. Why did she leave her business behind?
What are you playing for? Isn't her most important thing to seduce the man in front of her? So that she can apologize for losing his necklace in the future!
Ye Wanwan's head seemed to be enlightened. She happened to be under the same roof with him. This was her good opportunity.
Ye Wanwan couldn't help but turn around and entered the hall. When she saw the man on the sofa who continued to stare at the computer, she couldn't help but said to herself, "Hey! It's so hot today... It's almost killing me."
After saying that, Ye Wanwan took off the thin shirt she was wearing, revealing her suspender skirt underneath.
Jian Zhipei glanced at her with unclear meaning and continued to look at the computer screen intently.
At this moment, the sound of lively dance music came from the beach outside, and the sound floated loudly into the villa hall.
Ye Wanwan's eyes turned. She had practiced dancing since she was a child, and for this kind of music, she was able to improvise easily.
She has a soft figure, and tying the small cardigan around her waist makes it even more obvious that her waist is not full.
She was in the spacious hall, dancing to the music outside.
The man on the sofa raised his head and glanced at her, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, as if he was a little annoyed by the disturbing music.
Ye Wanwan's dancing posture is light and graceful, which is in tune with the music outside. The melody is brisk. Her body is as light as a swallow, her waist is as soft as clouds, and her arms are as soft as boneless. Her movements are very beautiful.
Jian Zhipei originally had objections to the loud music on the beach outside, but the girl in the living room was dancing again, so he had to pay attention to her.
From the first few seconds of staring, to throwing away the computer on his lap, staring straight at it, and finally appreciating it with thorns.
Dance is a language hidden in the soul. Ye Wanwan's eyes are charming and lively, but they also contain scheming. When she realized that this man was admiring her, a smile flashed at the corner of her mouth.
The music melody is also coming to an end.
She began to spin, gradually approaching the man from the center of the hall. Finally, she showed signs of exhaustion and fell into the arms of the man on the sofa with full precision.
When Jian Zhipei noticed that she was choking in her steps, he almost instinctively stretched out his hand to catch her. Ye Wan bent into his strong and powerful arms and made an elegant finishing move. He stretched his thin arms and followed her.
He straightened up with a chuckle.
"It feels really good to dance. I'm already sweating. I'm going to take a shower."
Before Jian Zhipei could react, the woman in his arms had already gone upstairs briskly, and he still couldn't recover from the soft waist just now.
It seems as if it has been touched, but also as if it has not been touched.
