Quit pampering

Wen Ying pulled her hand back with force, "Are you asking Fu Yanlou knowingly?"

He is bad.

It doesn’t give people a bad feeling.

Once you step on that gentle trap, you will be willing to be shattered to pieces.

Seeing her awkwardness, Fu Yanlou's heart softened completely, but hearing it with his own ears and up close was the deepest feeling. At a red light, he stopped the car and leaned towards Wen Ying, "Yingying, I want to hear what you say. .”

The seductive scent of ebony invaded her. It was unrestrained, full of indulgence, and with a slight sense of aggression. Wen turned his head to the car window and said, "I won't say."

Her appearance reflected in the car window was a bit blurry, but he could easily catch the smile on her lips. Wen Ying put his hand on the corner of her mouth. She was really awkward.

Turned.

The hands were grabbed at the same time.

Wen Ying didn't pull back anymore, and just let him catch him all the way.

master bedroom.

Fu Yanlou put Wen Ying on the bed, buried his face in her shoulder, and sniffed the rose fragrance from her body greedily, "Yingying, I miss you very much. I miss you every day and all the time."

Wen Ying threaded her fingers into his hair, "I thought it would take me so long to come back."

"Something has to be done."

Wen Ying will not interfere with his work matters.

I know he is busy, otherwise how could he have so many industries.

He had too many ties, and he was destined not to be by her side every moment.

Wen Ying prides herself on not being a pretentious girl, but as soon as he comes back, all the suppressed emotions come up, and she feels aggrieved unconsciously.

"You are so busy, it seems that I am too idle. I am just an idle person."

Fu Yanlou was amused by her words.

Wen Wen's deep laughter fell on her ears, bringing with it a hot and lingering breath that burned directly into Wen Ying's cochlea.

Wen Ying rubbed her ears and stared at him coquettishly, "Why are you laughing?"

what's so funny.

Fu Yanlou held her chin and pressed a kiss on her lips, but as soon as he touched her, he couldn't stop. He plundered her mouth and kissed her all over, "You can find boredom if you're bored." Play with friends.”

Wen Ying climbed onto his lap and sat face to face with him. Her fingers touched his chest intentionally or unintentionally, "They all have something to do. It seems that they all have their own goals and directions, but I don't."

Fu Yanlou looked at her flirtatious movements and didn't stop her, "Does Yingying really like dancing?"

Wen Ying thought for a while and said, "I guess you like it, otherwise I wouldn't have persisted for so many years."

Fu Yanlou suggested, "How about developing your career through dancing? Yingying's dancing figure..." He paused, "It's very charming."

The last few words are quite meaningful.

Wen Ying glared at him again.

Fu Yanlou rubbed the back of her neck with his fingers, "What is Yingying thinking?"

Wen Ying lowered her eyes and remained silent.

In the past, Wen Ying did not have any lofty ambitions.

The instructor once asked her this, "Wen Ying, everyone who enters the dance department of the University of Hong Kong has their own goals and directions. Have you ever seriously asked yourself what you want in your heart?"

Probably because she was extremely talented but didn't have any big goals, the instructor's tone sounded quite regretful.

How did she answer the instructor at that time?

She said straightforwardly, "Teacher, my life is already full of hope, so I have no goals."

It seemed like she could get everything easily without doing anything.

Target?

Aren’t goals reserved for those who have no way out or hope?

Then she saw the disappointed look in her mentor's eyes.

She didn't think anything was wrong at the time.

Then...

Wen Ying raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yanlou, his eyes condensed. Will he be disappointed too?

Fu Yanlou raised her chin, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying shook her head, buried herself in his arms, and told him some trivial things, "School started a few days ago, and I went to the dance academy to report." "I'm sorry, I couldn't accompany you. I will definitely wait for you to graduate. Will appear."

"I haven't been to school these past few days."

Fu Yanlou asked, "Then I'll take you there tomorrow?"

Wen Ying suddenly made a decision in her heart, "Okay, you can send me there."

"Are you going to take a shower?"

Wen Ying didn't want to move.

Fu Yanlou looked at her lazily and his love overflowed, "Shall I help you take a bath?"

It sounds like a question, but the action is not ambiguous at all.

Fu Yanlou hugged Wen Ying and stood up. Wen Ying put her legs on his waist. His strong erection completely supported her, making her look petite.

The bathroom mirror reflected the figures of the two people. Wen Ying looked over his shoulder, and the intimate postures of the two people came into view, intertwined and ambiguous.

The luxuriant hair and upright lines on his back are really noble and unstructured.

Wen Ying heard him ask, "Take a bath or shower?"

Wen Ying leaned into his ear and exhaled like a blue breath, "Don't you think it took too long to take a bath?"

It is self-evident what this means.

Fu Yanlou carried her to the shower room.

"Come down first."

Wen Ying touched her feet to the ground and looked up at him.

Fu Yanlou took the hair tie and tied up her curly hair.

Wen Ying looked at his dark and calm eyes, "Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?"

Then she saw a small smile flash in his dark eyes, "Okay."

Wen Ying pursed her lips and raised her hand to help him take off his shirt.

The warm water poured down, and Fu Yanlou pushed her back. The water poured all over his shoulders, and the water droplets kept sliding down his chest. Wen Ying's eyelids twitched.

Without her back touching the wall, he put his hand on the butterfly bone of her back and signaled, "Yingying, you haven't finished taking off your clothes yet."

Wen Ying lowered her eyes, looked down from his abdominal muscles and mermaid line, and pursed her lips again.

No movement, no words, just the sound of running water.

The mist in the shower room blurred their delicate eyebrows.

Fu Yanlou put his hand on the belt buckle, "Okay, I won't let you do it anymore, eh? You're so squeamish."

Wen Ying turned around and faced the wall, thinking, "I only talked about clothes, not pants. Why am I so squeamish? You are talking nonsense."

Fu Yanlou looked at her undulating lines, his eyes darkened deeply, "Yingying, are you inviting me?"

"What did you say?"

"Okay." His voice was very gentle, "Stop making trouble, I'll help you take a bath."

...

The bed sank as the two arrived.

Fu Yanlou untied her hair tie, and her thick long hair hung in his hand like seaweed, and slipped from his fingers as smooth as satin.

A few naughty hairs were entangled in the black beads on his wrist. They were of the same color and completely blended into one.

"Yingying."

His cold voice became hoarse, and when that touch of tenderness enveloped him, Wen Ying's eyes flashed with color, and she couldn't help but snort.
-

Fu Yanlou used the remote control to open the blackout curtains.

The beach below the window is quiet and blue in this early morning.

His eyes swept over the woman's shoulders and the obvious undulating softness. Under his eyes full of admiration and satisfaction, his Adam's apple slid.

What I love most is seeing her charming and lively face when I wake up.

"Yingying, wake up."

A gentle voice called in my ears, and the warm breath sprayed over, tickling and crisping.

Wen Ying turned over and rolled right into Fu Yanlou's arms.

Laughter sounded from above the head, "Yingying."