Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 326 "So you mean my kissing skills are too good, let me be merciful?"

"You've been hiding from me for three days, and you didn't return when you were told to go home. Why, you bullied me because I was busy with work and didn't have time to deal with you?"

Shen Du's voice was a little deep, and the breaths of the two were entwined, extremely ambiguous.

Nan Song's current posture was too passive, which made her feel a little flustered. She lowered her eyes and was about to speak, but found that most of her collar had slipped down.

Even the shoulder strap on the left is off, and it hangs loosely on the arm. No matter how you look at the picture, it is tempting.

"."

Nan Song was silent for a moment, and simply expressed his needs frankly.

"That... can you get up first? I want to tidy up my clothes."

When Shen Du heard the words, his eyes moved down, and fell on the beautiful spring on Nan Song's chest.

Seeing that he didn't move at all, and his eyes were even fixed on his chest, Nan Song became angry instantly.

"Where are you looking, stinky rascal?"

Shen Du raised his eyebrows, and looked up to meet Nan Song.

"I'm looking at your chest."

The tone is very magnanimous, the attitude is very shameless.

Nan Song: "."

"You let me go and let me get up."

"Why?"

Nan Song:? ? ?
Why?Why?
"I don't feel comfortable with you staring at me like that."

This seems to be just a casual remark, but it is indeed Nan Song's true thoughts.

Now that her posture was relatively passive, and Shen Du was staring at her chest, she felt too insecure.

I always feel that this dog man will do even more insane things to her in the next second.

Shen Du didn't respond directly to her words at all, but just asked: "How do you want to arrange your clothes?"

Before Nan Song could answer, he asked again: "Is this how it is arranged?"

After finishing speaking, Shen Du lowered his head and bit the thin ribbon tied into a bow on the chest of her suspender skirt.

With a little force and a pull, the ribbon will be untied.

The neckline is wide open, revealing more of the fair skin.

Before Nan Song had time to react, he felt a refreshing coolness coming from his chest.

Looking down: "."

I'm sorry! ! !

In the end, Nan Song finally couldn't hold back the passion and opened the mic, exhaling fragrance.

"Shen Du, you bastard, what are you doing pulling my belt! You are still biting your teeth! Is there something wrong with you! You stinky rascal! I—"

The last sentence had just uttered the first word, and Nan Song's mouth was blocked.

All the cursing words were stuck in the throat, unable to go up or down.

Nan Song's mind went blank, and after two seconds he finally came to his senses, and subconsciously rejected Shen Du.

The person on her was overbearing and domineering, and only cared about kissing her.

Nan Song struggled, Shen Du stretched out his hand and cut her arm backwards to his side to clasp it, and controlled her smooth and white chin with the other hand, kissing her more deeply.

With the intrusion of Shen Du's breath, Nan Song gradually felt that his struggling movements became softer and weaker, and his strength became weaker and weaker.

fuck.

Was she drugged by this dog man?
Why is it that the strength of the whole body is taken away by the kiss?

Shen Du seemed to be in a frenzy, constantly asking for it, and Nan Song was also trying to find a break to let himself breathe, but found that it was of no avail.

The upper body is suppressed, and the hands are cut back. This situation is one-sided no matter how you look at it.

In the beginning, Nan Song's legs were quite free, and he could kick Shen Du a few times in some gaps, but as she struggled, Shen Du had obviously discovered this.

Nan Song's long legs are very disobedient, which affects his performance a bit.

Shen Du's eyes flickered, and she pulled away. Nan Song finally had a chance to breathe. Her slender and fair neck was slightly raised, and her beautiful lips were slightly parted, like a fish that was a little hypoxic.

After a while, Nan Song continued to exhale the fragrance.

"You son of a bitch finally knows how to let me go? If you have the ability, let me go down. You can see if I can cut you or not, and it's over!"

Nan Song was being picked up from the sofa by Shen Du while cursing.

This time he hugged her differently from before, he used to hug her whole waist.

But this time, Shen Du put Nan Song's arms on his shoulders, separated her legs and let her hang around his waist.

His warm and generous palms wrapped around Nan Song's slender and soft waist, and he walked in the direction of Nakajimadai.

Nan Song's long black curly hair is scattered on the shoulders and back like seaweed, a little messy, and the skirt is also messy.

The dark green of the suspender skirt contrasted sharply with her fair and cool complexion.

Shen Du's thin lips were tightly pursed, but the slightly furrowed eyebrows revealed his state of mind at the moment——

Just want to possess.

Instinctively, Nan Song faintly sensed Shen Du's intentions while being carried to Nakajima Terrace.

But this time, before she started struggling, she was put on the Nakajima platform and sat down.

Shen Du's lower body was tightly attached to the Nakajima platform, and Nan Song's two slender and white legs were placed on both sides of his body, controlled tightly by the man, unable to move at all.

Nan Song looked into Shen Du's eyes, and saw strong desire from the depths of his eyes.

My heart is tight.

"Pervert. Let me go."

In this sitting position, it was easier for her arms to be locked back, and Shen Du's lips covered them again.

This time the kiss lasted about 2 minutes, domineering and long, during these 2 minutes, Shen Du put his free hand into Nan Song's skirt several times.

It made her shudder.

Finally, taking advantage of a certain gap when Shen Du was extremely emotional, Nan Song took the opportunity to quickly pull his hand away, and pushed his shoulder hard.

Shen Du took a small half step back, although he didn't back much, but at least it made the distance between the two of them a little bit farther.

Nan Song just looked at him like that, panting heavily, his clear eyes were wet.

Shen Du didn't seem to be tired at all, only a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, but no one knew that the shirt on his back was completely wet.

Looking at Nan Song, he raised his hand and loosened the tie.

Shen Du took a step forward, and said hoarsely, "What's wrong with you? Don't you want me to kiss you?"

Nan Song bit her lip and denied, "No."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was also a little hoarse.

"why?"

The shoulder straps on both sides of Nan Song's skirt slipped down and hung precariously on her fair and round shoulders. She said with flushed cheeks, "You make me breathless, I feel uncomfortable."

Shen Du originally thought that what he heard would be an unsatisfactory answer.

Hearing this, the brows were raised, and there was a faint smile on the corner of the mouth.

"Oh? So you mean my kissing skills are too good, let me be lenient?"

Seeing him asking such a blunt question like this, Nan Song wished he could grab the water glass next to him and breathe directly into the face of the dog man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)