moonlight lure

The two were forced to stop. Ji Yanchen turned around and took two steps back. After calming down for a while, he answered the phone in a low voice: "Director Li, please tell me."

"The situation last night was quite special, so I am, I know that my body has recovered and I can go to work as usual tomorrow, then I"

Behind him, Song Shiwei secretly arranged her skirt and shirt with a blushing face, and slowly returned to her senses.

The two of them were indulging in each other for a moment. If this phone call hadn't interrupted them, they might have gone further. But she wasn't completely prepared in her heart, not to mention his condition today was very worrying.

She lowered her head and her heart was beating hard. She heard him sigh softly after hanging up the phone, then he came to hold her hand and asked softly: "Have you had dinner? I'll make it for you."

Still unsure of what would happen if she stayed any longer, Song Shiwei shook her head, avoiding looking at his face, and said unnaturally: "I'm going back, you have a good rest."

The person in front of her didn't respond immediately, but she could feel his dark gaze quietly falling on her face, oppressive and hot. She was a little uneasy for no reason, and she was wondering whether her rejection was too obvious. He suddenly rubbed her head and said quietly: "Okay, take your gift."

Song Shiwei was startled and secretly relieved. She nodded and followed him into the bathroom. Just as she was wondering why the gift was placed here, he suddenly leaned over and carried her onto the sink.

Song Shiwei:! ! !

Her pupils dilated instantly, but before she could cry out, he turned around and left with an indifferent expression.

Song Shiwei was alone in the bathroom, suddenly remembering that on her birthday, he held her and sat on the trunk like this. At that time, he squatted down with the box, which made her feel like there were a pair of shoes inside.

She understood instantly, relaxed, swayed her calves happily and waited obediently.

Two or three minutes later, the people outside came back.

He closed the door, turned off the light, and walked toward her with empty hands and an expression on his face. The width of her calves gradually stopped, and she asked blankly: "Where is my gift?"

He stood still in front of her, the oppressive aura surrounding him condescendingly surrounding her, with a faint smile on his cold face, as if he was looking at the stupid prey obediently guarding the cage, waiting for the hunter to come home.

"Baby, you are so cute, you can believe what a man says."

Song Shiwei slowly realized that she had been tricked into the wolf's den, and was shocked. She pushed away the person in front of her and tried to run away, but before her skirt even left the sink, he snatched it back from the air and pressed her hand firmly against her waist. Her knees spread apart, trapping her between the wall and herself.

The moisture in the air spread thickly in the silence, and the lighting in the room was turned off. Only a wall lamp on the mirror was still on, shining directly and hotly on her face like his gaze.

The posture of the two of them was extremely ambiguous. Her legs were ambiguously pressed against his waist, and her body was defensively leaning back against the cabinet.

She was so panicked that she held her breath. She looked nervously at the person in front of her who was approaching with a calm expression, and asked slowly: "Why are you dressed like this today?"

Song Shiwei's face was hot and her voice was soft and vague: "Don't you know?"

He stared at her face steadily, his voice was low and unclear: "Then do you know that school uniforms have another meaning among adult non-student couples?"

Song Shiwei was at a loss for a moment. After reacting, the blush quickly spread from her cheeks to her neck: "I didn't, I just wanted to lighten the atmosphere!"

At that time, she was inspired by Yao Jiajia's gift and made a hasty decision. She just wanted to create a scene of the two of them in high school to make him smile. The superficial meaning of this outfit was enough to make her ashamed. It took her a lot of mental construction to convince herself to risk it. She had never even thought about the deeper meaning.

Ji Yanchen did not express doubts, but asked seriously and quietly: "Now that the atmosphere has been successfully eased, shouldn't we get down to business?"

He hooked the hem of her skirt with his fingers as if nothing had happened. His expression was serious, but his words were ambiguous, "Make the best use of everything."

She rested her hands restlessly on her sides, her dark eyes flickered with moisture, and she was so nervous that she stuttered a little: "This is a serious skirt, not that kind of skirt." He looked at her face quietly, and suddenly smiled: "What kind of dress?"

Song Shiwei secretly pursed her lips, vaguely predicting his rogue attitude in this matter in the future. She subconsciously struggled to run away, but he easily grabbed her waist, pinched the back of her neck with his long fingers and kissed her softly. The voice bewitched: "Baby, stay here tonight, okay?"

His meaning is already very straightforward, and if he continues to deal with it, he is just pretending to be stupid.

She was forced to raise her face to receive his kiss, shaking her head vaguely: "No. I have to go to work tomorrow."

He let go of her slightly, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips: "I'll see you off tomorrow morning."

She was a little out of breath: "That's not necessary."

His voice was calm, but the movements of his hands were irresistible: "When do you want it?"

Song Shiwei hesitated and did not answer immediately. The rough fingertips made her heart lift instantly.

The alarm bell in her head rang, and her body subconsciously tensed up against the cold wall. She opened her lips and said in a panic: "I'm not sure yet."

Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, the person in front of her lowered her face again and kissed her firmly.

The two of them had kissed deeply just now, and now he seemed a little impatient to do this again and couldn't wait for her to prepare.

He controlled her head, and his tall body blocked most of the light above her head. She huddled on the sink and looked thin. From the back, she could only see his upright back and ambiguous hanging. Two white calves beside him.

Song Shiwei was kissed so roughly that his dark eyes filled with tears. Her breathing was light and rapid. Her consciousness quickly heated up with the air, and she became limp.

Her instinct was to weakly push away his arm, her mind struggling between resistance and acceptance. But the rough fingers that pull the trigger all year round have already engraved attack and aggression into their genes. They receive instructions from the brain and launch a strong attack.

Her body tightened involuntarily, and she leaned on his shoulder and made a weak sound. His lips caressed along her chin to her thin neck, looking at her dark eyes calmly and dimly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the red ends of her eyes, vaguely thinking that liking someone too much would actually lead to greed and worse thoughts.

As much as I want to be good to her, I want to hurt her as much.

The atmosphere in the narrow bathroom is pleasant and humid.

The breath of the person in front of her was so hot that it seemed to submerge her whole body. Song Shiwei curled her toes tightly together, helplessly clinging to the side of his leg. Her fingers clenching on his clothes became tighter and tighter, and she curled up uneasily. She trembled and clenched in his arms.

Although Ji Yanchen lacked actual combat experience, he was superior in reconnaissance ability. He was keenly aware of her subtle changes and figured out where he should focus his attack without a teacher.

Feeling his knuckles suddenly bending, each one pushing hard against her heart, Song Shiwei had tears in her eyes. She bit her lip unconsciously and shook her head. The tip of her straight nose was covered with a thin layer of pink.

Her cry was so soft that she bit her lower lip until it lost all color. The white light in her mind slowly surged to the highest point and suddenly collapsed. She trembled and closed her eyes and held her breath.

It was like a grand fireworks in slow motion, spreading silently and brilliantly in her mind, slowly falling on the apex of her heart.

The two hugged each other in silence and gasped for a long time. Ji Yanchen kissed her cheek gently and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to take a bath?"

Song Shiwei slowly opened her lips, feeling that her throat was a little dry and her body was a little sticky after a thin layer of sweat. She tugged on her skirt slightly uncomfortably, looking vaguely embarrassed.