Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 1318 It Wasn't a Dream
Shu Nianchen's pupils dilated, and when he saw Song Feishu losing his mind, he immediately fell into a strong panic.

Why does this happen.

"Let go! Seinfeld, let me go!!"

She changed the dress, and she was wearing a bathrobe, the ties were loosened by Seinfeld's movements, and Shu Nianchen was in a mess, tightly clutching the neckline to prevent more terrible things from happening.

"Don't go, Nianchen, please don't go..."

Song Feishu tightly hugged Shu Nianchen's body from behind, half-closed his eyes, he could barely see what the person in front of him looked like in his hazy vision.

But the other party's voice, the smell on his body, and his vaguely visible appearance...

It's the person he thinks about day and night!

The endless longing seemed to open a gap, something leaked out desperately, and he felt an unprecedented vacancy in his body. He desperately hugged the temperature in his arms, hugged her hard, and wanted to get her !
Reason has been completely subverted.

"Nianchen, don't go, stay by my side, please, please, stay by my side, I was wrong, I will never leave you in the future, and you don't leave me either, we are always together..."

Song Feishu murmured, tightly holding the person in his arms, relying on instinct, kept getting close to Shu Nianchen, and even started to use his hands to wander around Shu Nianchen's body...

The creepy sense of terror and uncontrollable nausea invaded Shu Nianchen's mind.

"no, do not want……"

Everywhere he touched, goosebumps would appear uncontrollably on the skin, and the scalp was even numb...

She kept struggling, frantically trying to break free, but she still couldn't overcome the natural strength gap between men and women.

"Seinfeld book!"

When he pushed her onto the bed, Shu Nianchen's eyes widened, and with all his strength, he slapped Song Feishu hard on the face.

Snapped--

His face was crooked, and five finger prints quickly appeared on Seinfeld's face, scarlet was especially visible in the finger marks.

She was trembling and trembling, and the palms of her hands were burning with pain, and even the central part began to tingle.

She is in pain, presumably Seinfeld is not much easier than her.

There was obvious mockery on Shu Nianchen's face, she hardly had the strength to shake hands, "Are you awake now?"

This cold and desperate voice made Sein Feishu turn his head slowly.

With the palm print on his face, his eyes were sad, his lips trembled slightly, and his words were blurred, "Nianchen...it's really you."

As he spoke, his eyes became even more blurred, "It turns out that I wasn't dreaming."

Shu Nianchen's face was completely cold, "Get out of the way."

She tightened her clothes, pushed Seinfeld away and was stunned.

But before she got out of bed, Seinfeld grabbed her again.

Shu Nianchen's eyes became colder, "What else do you want now?"

"No, Nianchen, I... I just accidentally drank too much, I thought, I thought I was dreaming."

"What about now, are you awake from the dream? Still don't let go?" Shu Nianchen said in a cold voice, twisting his wrist continuously, as if it was disgusting to stay in his hand for a second longer.

The expression on her face stung him.

Song Feishu took a sharp breath, instead of letting go, he held her wrist even harder.

(End of this chapter)