Dear Mr. Shi

Almost wiped the gun and went off, the atmosphere will inevitably be a little embarrassing.

The roar of the phone stopped suddenly, and the room suddenly became silent.

Shi Yuhan kept staring at her, his eyes burning as if with a scorching temperature.

After the gentle warmth, Song Qinghuan's lips glowed with bright red luster, and her small face was red as if it were on fire, revealing an unconscious amorous feeling.

Song Qinghuan had never seen him before and looked at herself with such eyes.

At this moment, her small face, which was already feverish, was actually burned like a fire by his gaze.

The heart didn't seem to be his own, and it was beating fast in a fierce battle.

After a pause, Shi Yuhan's phone rang again.

Shi Yuhan looked at Song Qinghuan reluctantly, but her face was still invisible, preventing her from noticing any emotions, turning over and lying aside, and took her cellphone from the bedside table, which was still vibrating.

Song Qinghuan glanced lightly at the side, and said in a low voice, "Say!"

The call came from Li Chengyu, and it was about the dark figure who broke into the villa just now.

Shi's cold-proof black eyes instantly seemed to sink into a piece of ice, biting to the bones.

His eyelashes drooped lightly, concealing the murderous aura in his eyes, stood up calmly, and walked out to the outdoors.

Looking at his back, Song Qinghuan, who froze on the side, breathed a sigh of relief for an instant.

She raised her hand to her face, feeling the thick heat on her face, and then hurriedly lay down in the quilt, sleeping next to the bed, far away from the side where Shishi was sleeping in the cold.

I closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep.

My mind is all from the scene just now, like tea aftertaste the lingering, which makes people feel heartbroken.

Shi Yuhan is like a poppy blooming in the dark night, gorgeous and enchanting, but also addictive.

And she is like a passer-by, knowing that the poppy has a thorn and will hurt the picker, but she is like a demon, and she is striding towards him.

The phone didn't speak for a long time, and after a while I came back from the cold.

Song Qinghuan closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, feeling a masculine breath that was not unfamiliar, and pounced on herself from behind.

How could he be so close to that wide place? You can't go to sleep a little longer, and go to sleep a little longer.

When Shi Yuhan hugged her tightly from behind, Song Qinghuan's body was instantly stiff.

I didn't dare to move, for fear that if I was not careful, I would let Shi who held her behind to keep out the cold and make some intimate movements.

He clearly felt that the person in his arms was as stiff as a stone.

If this goes on, the blood in her whole body will surely coagulate.

Shi Yuhan was really helpless to her, he knew she was pretending to sleep.

"I won't do anything to you tonight, but if you don't relax your body, I will help you relax." She tightly wrapped her petite body into her arms, and he whispered in her ear.

Song Qinghuan didn't believe his words, because she felt that something hard from someone was pressing against herself at this moment.

But although she still feels unsafe, but because of this she dare not relax.

She believed that if she didn't relax, he would really go on.

However, after a series of changes, she felt that when the cold weather was on the surface, she always looked cold and abstinent, but its essence was definitely not the case.

Regardless of whether or not she was in a coma, she felt that she had better not provoke him at the moment, and now she really didn't want to see his wild side.