Dear Mr. Shi

"Very good!" Shi Yuhan smiled coldly and responded coldly.

Immediately, he turned and walked towards the villa, which was the one where Song Qinghuan lived, and he took Song Qinghuan, who was holding his arm, all the way.

Song Qinghuan's head kept turning, staring at him: "What do you want to do?"

What is he going to do? Wouldn't you come to "blowing love" again? No matter what he wants her to eat or drink today, she won't just commit it.

I don't believe it, he has to froze with her for a name.

Shi Yuhan ignored her and just pulled her into the house directly, still ignored her, and only began to take off her clothes.

He only had a sweater on his upper body, and he took it off like this, directly exposing his chest.

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened suddenly, wow wow, this figure is too good and punctual! The dense muscles are tight, the spray is powerful, the proud eight-pack...

Puff puff! When did she become a **** girl, don't look at any indecent, Song Qinghuan immediately closed her eyes: "What are you going to do!"

Shi Yuhan looked at her jokingly: "I'm going to take a bath, do you want to be together?"

Song Qinghuan gasped in shock: "You...your house is in the back...what kind of bath are you taking here with me..."

Shi Yuhan faintly replied: "I am willing."

Song Qinghuan laughed and laughed, clinging to his hand, and didn't open his eyes: "Don't go!"

When Yuhan raised his lips, his body suddenly turned, and his backhand wrapped Song Qinghuan's waist.

Song Qinghuan, with her eyes closed, only felt that the sky was spinning. When she opened her eyes in surprise, she found that she had been overwhelmed by Shi Yuhan on the sofa.

She was shocked, "What are you, you, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this what you want?" Shi Yuhan smiled lightly, expressing a full sense of narrowing.

"Who wants this, let me go." Song Qinghuan stammered, about to bite her tongue, and she was wrongly seduce him again.

His handsome, charming but evil face slowly moved closer, making it hard for her not to look directly at him.

Song Qinghuan's nervous mouth and tongue were dry, and her body was stiff, but she couldn't help but bluffing and shouting: "Hey, hey, I tell you, you, don't mess around, otherwise...or I will die for you!"

The threatening words were blurted out, but there was no momentum at all, so weak that he even felt so embarrassed when he heard it in his ears.

Shi Yuren coldly twitched his lips, disdainfully.

He narrowed his eyes, his face was cold, and he snorted, his words were not violent, he seemed to be saying what to eat today: "You don't have the capital to make me frantic."

This is really maddening, Song Qinghuan's eyes widened and immediately retorted: "Don't underestimate me, maybe you died under me that day."