moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen stared closely at her face, laughing to himself. However, he was just one of her many suitors, and the one with the least bottom line. How could he compare to the special position that the doctor held in her heart.

Song Shiwei continued to say in a low voice: "We are already at the stage of understanding each other. What happened tonight makes me feel that the distance between us should be widened."

The person in front of him listened expressionlessly, his cold expression a bit scary.

Song Shiwei had a guilty conscience and was inexplicably afraid to look him in the face. She said softly and hastily: "I didn't mean to hide the things about Huping from you before. I have some reasons that I don't want to talk about. I'm sorry."

"Let's calm down first."

After saying this, she held her bag and lowered her eyes to leave quickly.

Ji Yanchen watched her movements with deep eyes, and the air pressure around him gradually became cold and dangerous.

They had finally reached this point, and for her to calm down at this moment was tantamount to giving the relationship a reprieve in advance.

Her repeated retreats made him feel that she only regarded this relationship as an ambiguous game. No matter how hard he tried to get closer to her, she would pull away at any time at the slightest sign of trouble.

Unprecedented jealousy and the frustration of wasting all his efforts intertwined with him, and Ji Yanchen felt that he was going to be driven crazy by her distant attitude.

He had never wanted a definite answer so urgently in his life. He had been waiting for nine years and could not wait another second.

The alleys in the old city were dark and narrow. When Song Shiwei had no choice but to pass by another person, she felt her wrist being grabbed.

Everything happened in an instant. Before she could even react before she raised her eyes, the big palm holding her wrist suddenly exerted force. The next second, she staggered and fell into his arms. He grabbed her head, leaned over and kissed her fiercely.

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Song Shiwei's eyes widened in shock, and the blank buzz in her brain lasted for nearly ten seconds before she finally thought of resisting.

Aware of her struggle, the force between the opponent's lips and teeth became more ferocious and full of aggression, as if he was not expressing love, but marking his territory forcefully.

Song Shiwei struggled harder, and the big palm on the back of her head pressed harder at the same time. The other hand held her waist tightly irresistibly. Their bodies were infinitely close, leaving no room for her to escape.

The warm alcohol gradually blended ambiguously with the cool mint breath in his mouth, and the two breaths, one light and one heavy, were mixed and indistinguishable.

Her lips and the tip of her tongue were bitten so finely and painfully that she retreated step by step, only to be pursued step by step, until the last inch of her territory was completely lost. The fingertips on the back of her neck were rough and strong, and she was forced to raise her face to bear this seemingly endless and ferocious attack. The end of her eyes were forced to tears by this embarrassing and exciting suffocating pleasure.

The midsummer night was scorching hot, and the evening breeze stirred the shadows of the trees, which flickered on and off the two people's faces against each other. The texture of each frame was as exquisite as a film.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally slowed down his movements and slowly stopped the kiss amidst the varying degrees of disordered breathing of the two of them.

He looked at the person in his arms with deep eyes. The little victim who had been violated seemed to have not yet recovered from the unequal battle. His moist black eyes were panicked and misty, and his eyelashes were trembling as if they had been hit by a heavy rain. The flower branches that passed by were trampled. The lips that turned into a deep pink were slightly open, excessively satisfying the inherent badness and possessiveness in his gender genes.

He hugged her body tighter unconsciously, and seemed to finally calm down after venting. Seeing that she was still dazed and unresponsive, he tentatively kissed her from the end of her eyebrows to the base of her ears, and finally buried his head in the side of her neck to nibble carefully. , leaving circles of moist tooth marks like a puppy.

"Song Shiwei, sometimes I really don't have confidence. Are you testing me or playing tricks on me?"

He murmured in a low voice, his voice dyed low and clear in the night: "Why do you always retreat suddenly?"

"Is it hard to admit your feelings?"

It seemed that the more he complained, the more resentful he became. The force on the tips of his teeth suddenly increased, causing Song Shiwei to snort softly in pain. She suddenly came back to her senses and realized that she was so addicted that she forgot to resist. She was annoyed and ashamed, and tried her best. She pushed the person in front of her away, and before he could stand firmly, she raised her leg and kicked him hard on the knee.

Under the dual effects of alcohol and deep kisses, her body was still a little limp and she couldn't exert much strength at all. Sure enough, the person who was attacked in front of her just frowned, the end of her sharp lips pursed slightly, and she looked at her face calmly without speaking.

Song Shiwei wiped her lower lip bitterly with the back of her hand, her heart beating violently at her temples.

Her mind was extremely messy, and she wanted to say a harsh word to scare the other party, but after racking her brains for a long time, the lines that came out were either too good or too catchy. In the end, she gave a warning that she thought was very fierce: "... …I don’t want to see you again! Don’t follow me!”

After speaking, she fled the scene without looking back, and the people behind her did not stop her this time.

She hailed a taxi on the side of the road, got in, and slumped in the back seat. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of the two of them entangled with each other. She bit her lip and stared at the tree outside the window, her fair cheeks burning all the way.

After returning home and taking a shower, Yao Jiajia brought her supper when she got off work. After entering the door, he glanced at her face and said casually: "You secretly eat mangoes again, right? Give me two, too."

"..."

Song Shiwei felt guilty and said unnaturally, "No more, they've all been eaten."

Yao Jiajia threw away her bag and fell on the sofa, stretched her waist, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV: "If there is any fruit, bring it to me."

Song Shiwei went into the kitchen to wash a box of grapes and blueberries. When she returned to the living room and bent over to put the fruit plate on the coffee table, the person on the sofa suddenly said: "Song Shiwei."

She raised her eyes, and the other party stared at her face and asked seriously: "Are you in love?"

Song Shiwei was shocked and categorically denied: "No!"

The other party's eyes explored her face for a week, and finally landed meaningfully on her neck.

Song Shiwei was stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly realized what she was doing. She stood up straight in embarrassment and pulled on her collar to try to cover it up. At the same time, she quickly realized that if she was not in love, such ambiguous traces on her body would be even more arousing. After hesitating for a long time, she said bravely: " ...The relationship has not been confirmed yet.”

Yao Jiajia fully knew how conservative she was in this regard. She had a boyfriend in college who didn't even hold her hand when they broke up half a year ago. She raised her eyebrows and said jokingly: "Okay, Song Shiwei, you finally figured it out. This is definitely... This is an important chapter in the history of women’s self-liberation, who is the other party?”

She sat down on the sofa, and the skin on her neck felt even hotter. After a moment, she muttered back: "Colleague."

"From the same unit?"

"Well...the unit next door."

"How long have you been dragging your feet?"

"Two months."

Yao Jiajia nodded, approvingly: "The young man attacks very quickly, so doesn't our turtle brother have no chance?"

Song Shiwei pursed her lips: "I don't like people who are younger than me."

"Are you senior?"

She hesitated slightly: "About the same age."

"But looking at your face today, it doesn't look too sweet."