Sheng Mian sat in the car without saying a word. Qi Shen was driving in front, and Fu Yancheng was sitting next to her.
Their legs were touching, and he could even feel her warmth through the thin fabric.
The lights inside the car were dim, and the passing street lights outside cast bright and dark shadows on her face.
This kind of interplay of light and shadow is the easiest to distract people.
It had been ten minutes since getting in the car, and Sheng Mian had been staring at the phone, as if she hadn't seen him at all.
Fu Yancheng felt angry at first, and then felt powerless.
He saw Sheng Mian's hand on his knee, as if he was thinking about what to do.
She probably felt irritable, so she leaned back and closed her eyes.
She was holding the mobile phone in her right hand and placed her left hand on her knee. She frowned slightly and closed her eyelids, looking very quiet.
Fu Yancheng hesitated for a minute, then slowly stretched out his hand and gently held her hand on his knee.
Sheng Mian's body froze visibly, and when he opened his eyes, his sight went directly into his deep pupils.
She felt her heart heat up, and she wanted to pull away, but he held her tightly.
Sheng Mian himself is not good at playing this kind of ambiguity with others. The two of them have slept together so many times, and there has never been a time when he didn't come right away when he wanted to. That would never be the case.
She whipped her once, but he wouldn't let go.
She whipped him a second time, and this time Fu Yancheng went even further, interlocking his fingers with hers and wrapping her hand tightly.
The temperature inside the carriage rose accordingly. Sheng Mian felt hot and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Probably because he was too bothered by the company's affairs, when I looked at him through the flickering light and shadow, I felt like I was seeing another person.
A flash of surprise flashed through her heart, but then Fu Yancheng came closer and rested his head on her neck.
Sheng Mian's hand was held, and his breath was hot on her neck.
"Fu Yancheng, you..."
Before he finished speaking, there was an itchy feeling on his collarbone, numb and addictive.
In fact, Fu Yancheng was right before, her body was really honest.
She was almost twenty-four before she did that kind of thing with him, and he was very controlling in this area, and she couldn't resist it.
From the fierceness on the first night to every subsequent time, the erotic stimulation he gave me was shocking.
Even though she rejected him in her heart, every pore in her body felt extremely happy when he was near her.
This is a physiological reaction and she has no control over it.
"Don't do this."
She pushed his head and heard him say: "You obviously like it."
Yes, her body likes it very much. She can't control her body's reaction, and no woman can even control this kind of hormonal reaction.
Fu Yancheng's slender fingertips went down, and when they came out again, there was a touch of moisture on the fingertips.
Sheng Mian was so embarrassed and angry that for a moment she even forgot about the troubles at work.
She breathed a little faster, and she thought he would do something more extreme, but he just rubbed his fingertips slightly, and then put his fingertips into his mouth.
Sheng Mian couldn't bear to see his noble face acting like this.
She realized a long time ago that she couldn't bear to see Fu Yancheng doing such obscene actions with such a beautiful and noble face.
The contrast is too strong, like a giant hammer hitting the heart.
She hurriedly looked away, cursing in her mind, "What a slut."
Fu Yancheng didn't say anything, as if he just flirted with her casually, and now he was the one playing with the phone.
He didn't seem to understand the physical reaction his actions brought to her and the shock he brought to her.
Now he began to take out his computer seriously and work overtime, typing on the computer keyboard with his long fingertips.
Sheng Mian tried not to look at him, but from the corner of her eye she could see a watch on his slender wrist and the beautiful fingertips that were still tapping.
When I think about these hands just now...
She felt so hot that she had to quietly open the window to let in the wind from outside.