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Chapter 105 Fulfilling the obligations of husband and wife
Shen Xiuran clasped her wrist tightly.

Song Anhao was forced to stop, but still didn't look back, and said coldly: "Let go!"

Shen Xiuran turned a deaf ear to her, tightly grasping her wrist, and a dim light flashed quickly in his icy eyes.

Seeing that he refused to let go, Song Anhao simply shook him hard.

It's a pity that the more she flung her, the tighter Shen Xiuran's grip would be.

There was a dull pain in the wrist.

She turned her head angrily, and said sharply, "I told you to let go, did you hear me?"

Shen Xiuran stared deeply at her swollen little face, and asked inexplicably, "Why?"

why?
He actually asked her why?
Song Anhao was angry and funny.

"There's no reason, it's just everyone! After all, we are just a cooperative relationship, not a real husband and wife. It's best to pay attention and don't do some deviant intimacy!"

After hearing her words, Shen Xiuran's handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, cold and gloomy.

With his wrist, he pulled Song Anhao into his arms, clasped the back of her head with one hand, and kissed Song Anhao's red lips hard with his cold lips.

He repeatedly ravaged her lips mercilessly, not tenderly, but fiercely and angrily, as if he wanted to swallow her up.

Song Anhao was breathless from his kiss.

She wanted to resist, but her strength was limited, and she couldn't escape Shen Xiuran's control at all. She could only let him snatch her breath little by little, and conquer the city in her mouth.

Gradually, my head, which was still sober just now, became more and more dizzy.

The whole person was spinning, and his legs were weak.

I don't know how long it took, until Song Anhao felt that she was about to suffocate, and Shen Xiuran finally let her go.

Turning around, Shen Xiuran pushed Song Anhao onto the bed.

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing and heartbeat.

Shen Xiuran condescendingly looked down at Song Anhao in his arms, parted his thin lips lightly, and said coldly and mercilessly, "It is your duty to sleep with me!"

The breath he exhaled when he spoke was colder and more ruthless than his words.

A businesslike look.

Song Anhao: "..."

Thinking she didn't understand, Shen Xiuran patiently explained: "Your duty is to cure my illness!"

"Heh..." Song Anhao sneered, his heart throbbing slightly because of his words and his eyes, but he couldn't make sense of his mouth: "Mr. Shen is indeed a businessman, and he doesn't suffer at all! My obligation is to cure , but it does not include kissing, nor does it include being under your pressure now!"

As he spoke, he pushed hard on his chest.

The address was also changed from the intimate "Uncle" to the alienated "Mr. Shen".

Shen Xiuran was indifferent, and tightened his handsome eyebrows, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and Junyan suddenly turned green and white, showing a murderous look.

His appearance was too terrifying.

If it was normal, Song Anhao would definitely choose to back down.

However, she is really too angry now, no matter what the result is, let's calm down first before talking!
"Shen Xiuran, don't make me hate you!"

Shen Xiuran was shaken all over, as if hearing something incredible, his calm icy eyes shattered into pieces little by little.

Taking a panoramic view of his expression, Song Anhao's chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and it was difficult to breathe, and every time he took a breath, his lungs hurt.

Even so, she still pushed him away, lay down on the side of the bed, turned her back to Shen Xiuran, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I will fulfill my obligations! Similarly, I hope you will not cross the line!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to Shen Xiuran, lay quietly on the side, and forced himself to close his eyes.

However, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Because Shen Xiuran's gaze is so strong, even if he doesn't look at him, he can still feel his gaze on her, even the anger in his gaze.

(End of this chapter)