The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 3 Meeting Ye Di for the First Time (2)

Her mind was short-circuited and went blank.

The man on his body became more and more uneasy. I don't know if it was because he hadn't touched a woman for a while, or the little girl under him was too sweet. Just a kiss made the man feel hot and unbearable, and the scorching breath ignited him like a raging fire.

He is not Liu Xiahui, but he will not be aroused so easily.

but--

The feeling of "one-kiss determination" was something he had never had before, like tasting the alluring poppy for the first time, it was so beautiful that people couldn't extricate themselves.

His hands pushed aside the towel on her body, caressing her smooth back——

On the cold skin—

Warm palms!
Qu Qingge was astonished, a little deprived of oxygen from being kissed, and at the same time felt that between her legs, a huge dangerous object was pressing against her body, ready to go.

She gradually regained her senses, her eyes widened, but her limbs seemed to be imprisoned, unable to resist.

Suddenly, she bit the man's lips fiercely, and a sweet smell of blood rushed into their mouths, stimulating the senses.

The man on the body was stunned for almost a second, then regained his composure, and softly "shh~" in her ear, motioning her to keep quiet.

"Brother, that bastard surnamed Wen was injured so badly and still escaped. I'm so fucking unwilling." Outside the window, a man's swearing sound drifted into the ears of the two, because of the silence of the night, the voice Extraordinarily clear.

"You split up and look for him, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find him. If we let him escape alive this time, we will all die." Another man said viciously, his tone full of will to kill each other The fierceness of death.

"Yes, big brother!" Everyone responded, and then dispersed in all directions in an orderly manner. The sound of countless hurried footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared into the silent night.

The tranquility was restored outside the window, the man stood up swiftly, and the lust in the dark pupils gradually faded away, becoming rational and indifferent.

He tore off a sheet and simply bandaged the wound on his arm.

Qu Qingge quickly pulled up the quilt, wrapped her body tightly, then jumped out of his range and leaned against the corner.

She didn't complain, make noise, or even ask why.

If it weren't for the slight flush on her cheeks, she really suspected that she had a dream.

With the slight moonlight, she stared at him.

The smooth and fair face is sharp and indifferent; the black and deep eyes are full of charming color; the thick eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips are all exaggerating nobility and elegance. Such a godlike man reveals a dangerous and indifferent atmosphere all the time, like Satan coming out of the darkness, charming but suffocating.

The man bandaged the wound, straightened his collar habitually, and jumped out of the window.

A series of elegant and coherent movements, during which, he did not raise his head to look at Qu Qingge, as if all the actions just now were nothing but Nanke Yimeng that was not worth yearning for.

"Hello—" Qu Qingge called out to his walking back, but she regretted it the moment she said it.

The white figure didn't turn around because of her shout, and was still gradually submerged in the night, but at the end of the darkness, it responded with three words: "Wen Qiyang~~"

(End of this chapter)