1928: C1928 He Was too Careless

C1928 He Was too Careless

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the leaves were wet and wet as they stuck to the window.

In the chaos, Yan Yan heard Zhou Haoqin say in a low voice, "Yan Yan, you are so sensitive."

Yan Yan felt like he had sunk into a boiling spring, and his consciousness was fading bit by bit.

She bit the tip of her left hand and opened her eyes hazily. Her eyes were moving up and down under the light.

After a moment, she stretched out her hand towards Zhou Haoqin.

He answered her invitation. When he leaned over and kissed her, her hand wrapped around the back of his neck.

The shirt on the invitation was wrinkled and peeled in the entanglement. It was messy and scattered on the bed sheets.

Spring rain rarely came in such a rush and fierce manner.

She opened her eyes half-open, and the dazzling light swayed. The muscles on his shoulders moved in front of her eyes, sometimes close, sometimes far.

Yan Yan felt that her consciousness was disappearing again and again from the collisions.

She saw the redness in his eyes, the veins on his forehead, and the herself in his eyes. It was as if she had fallen into a turbulent leaf.

It was heavy and floating, and it all followed him.

It was unknown when the rain had stopped, but only the faint sound of insects was left hidden in the howling wind. The sleeping people could not hear it at all.

Inside the room.

Yan Yan was lying on her pillow with her thin back messily resting on her body. Her long, sweaty hair hung loosely on the white pillow.

Half of her back was exposed below her shoulder. The gentle chandelier shone down on the pillar of light, making the red mark on the butterfly bone especially obvious.

She opened her eyes and looked at the hour by the bed pointing at 2: 30 in the morning. The flush on her face had yet to completely fade away.

However, the people at the side had yet to completely settle down.

Zhou Haoqin wrapped his body around her from the side and kissed her closely on her back, bringing along a wave of electrifying and itchy feeling.

In the huge room, the air was very thin.

Yan Yan closed her eyes and her eyebrows trembled. She could smell the ambiguous scent in every breath she took.

"No need..." She shrank to the side of the bed and pushed Zhou Haoqin away. "I have to work tomorrow. You are so annoying."

Zhou Haoqin's kiss stopped at the back of her neck. He brushed away her hair that was stuck to her face and got up.

"Go take a shower and rest," she said.

Yan Yan was paralyzed and did not move.

When she felt Zhou Haoqin's hand touch her leg and tried to pick her up, she sat up on reflex.

She then carelessly put on her nightgown, lowered her head, and pushed him off the bed.

"I'll go wash myself, there's no need to trouble you."

The emotions that had been birthed over the past few days had completely collapsed that night.

The moment Yan Yan stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, the last of her strength dissipated. Her back was against the wall, and her sore waist and legs slowly slid down.

On the other side of the wall was an entire piece of marble. Under the bright bathroom light, it had the effect of a mirror.0

Yan Yan looked at the reflection of her figure on the wall, and the scenes from earlier flooded into his eyes again.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand. She saw a ring of red marks on her wrist, and her face turned red. Her breath also became hot.

She really couldn't control herself and thought about it. She was about to go crazy, so she pressed her palm against the wall and used the cold touch to remove the burning sensation.

So it was not that Zhou Haoqin could not do it...

Damn it, this man was too much of a dog.

Furthermore, she felt that from now on, she would never be able to look directly at the name "treasure."

Until now, whenever she thought about how Zhou Haoqin called her that on the bed, and what happened next, she felt a lack of oxygen.

Every time he called her that, the more emotional she felt, the more she had to bear it.

But she was addicted to the extreme gentleness when he called her that.

He clearly knew that she would be bewitched, and was willing to satisfy his endless demands.

It was too deadly.

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