Madam, she's gone wild again

Chapter 211 Are You Inviting Me?
Fu Yanchao lifted his chin slightly, and looked at the girl's extremely beautiful, jet-black eyes, with a hint of tenderness unconsciously revealed between his brows and eyes.

"Sheng Xingyan."

The boy looked quite serious, and for the first time called the girl's full name in a serious manner, and then said:
"Chop off my hand and you won't be happy."

"..."

"Can you bear it?"

Sheng Xing fiddled with his dry hair, expressionless, and turned off the hair dryer.

"I'm pretty..."

Before the girl could finish her sentence, the arms around her waist were clenched tightly, and a tugging force caused her to fall onto the boy's lap.

In the next second, thin, cool and crimson lips landed on her lips with a lustful kiss.

The breath is intertwined, and the mind is confused.

It seems to appease the girl's tense nerves, gentle and nostalgic.

Feeling the relaxation of the girl's body in his arms, he tentatively pushed her onto the sofa behind him.

In the next second, I felt a sense of resistance.

Sheng Xingyan supported her body with her arms behind her back, not letting herself fall down.

The eyes are clear, and there is no confusion and fascination just now.

Fu Yanchao bit her lip slightly, slid his fingertips down a little bit, took her hand, and circled it provocatively.

The two remained in a kissing position for a while.

The ambiguous atmosphere circulating between the two of them turned into gunpowder at some point.

One side wanted to press down, while the other side supported it calmly. The hair dryer happened to be on his waist.

It seems to be fighting for who will be on top and who will be on the bottom in the future, and whoever has the final say.

In the end, Fu Yanchao gave up.

Let go of the girl in his arms, wrap his arms around her waist, and hold her on his lap.

There was doting and helplessness between his brows and eyes.

The girl stretched out her hands and rubbed the boy's short hair, which felt nice to the touch, then lowered her head to peck the boy's slightly red and swollen lips heavily.

"hiss……"

A restrained croon escaped his voice.

Fu Yanchao slightly touched the pecked thin lips with his fingertips, and looked at the girl with a joke.

"Are you a woodpecker?"

"..."

"Is it still a dog?"

Sheng Xingyan blinked silently, stared at the boy's red and swollen lips, and hummed heartlessly.

"It's yours."

Fu Yanchao looked at the girl and smiled, then curled his lips slightly, reached out and put his arms around her slender waist again, and rubbed his head in the hollow of her neck.

"Well, it's mine."

There was a slight itching on the skin of the neck, the girl pushed the boy's head, unplugged the hair dryer with the other hand, and began to order to evict the boy.

"It's getting late, you should go back."

"I do not."

Fu Yanchao hugged her even tighter, thinking that he would depend on her and never leave again.

The head, which was originally buried in the girl's neck, slowly slipped down because the girl didn't make a sound to stop it, and became a little bit arbitrary.

"I came in on my own merit."

"..."

"No return."

"..."

Where is my knife?
Grandma has a leg!

Sheng Xingyan took a deep breath, lowered her eyes slightly, covering up the trace of melancholy and irritability in her eyes.

Fu Yanchao held the girl's hand and looked up at her.

The girl is still calm and breezy, and can even be described as expressionless.

The boy leaned closer to the girl, his forehead pressed against hers, and the tip of his nose rubbed against hers.

Sighing silently from the bottom of my heart, I leaned my head and kissed her lips, leading her deep into it without wanting to return.

The young man's kiss was not like the previous lust, but instead contained soothing tenderness and coaxing affection.

After the kiss fell, Fu Yanchao raised his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Standing up, before he could take a step, his sleeve was grabbed by a bony and boneless hand.

Fu Yanchao pursed his lips silently, turned slightly sideways, glanced at the girl on the sofa who was still expressionless, as if she wasn't pulling his girl, held her hand and squeezed.

"I'll get you bath water, don't go."

"..."

Sheng Xing looked at Fu Yanchao expressionlessly, and let go of his hand in the next second.

When the boy took a step, the girl directly grabbed the belt around his waist.

"..."

For the first time, Fu Yanchao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he turned around and put the girl in his arms, and carried him into the bathroom with one arm.

While putting the bath water, he tested the temperature with his hands, and waited until the bath water of a certain little ancestor was ready before putting down the girl in his arms.

"Take a good bath, dear."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yanchao turned around and walked towards the bathroom door.

As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob of the bathroom, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist firmly.

Fu Yanchao looked down at the girl's cold white and thin hand resting on his hand holding the handle, and her Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly.

"Are you inviting me?"

"No," Sheng Xingyan blinked, silently smelling the boy's scent, and opened the door with the handle.

"I just want to say, be careful on the way home, thank you for the bath water, please walk slowly."

……

Fu Yanchao walked slowly on the dark and silent sidewalk, with the cold night wind blowing head-on, and entered the apartment.

Entered the room and went straight to the kitchen.

Skillfully picking up the tools for making cakes, there are dots of smiles hidden in his eyes.

Little girls are good at disguising themselves, he has always known.

She didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask.

Sooner or later, he will peel off her disguise layer by layer.

10 minutes went by in a flash.

Fu Yanchao took the prepared cake and entered the girl's villa again.

The girl hadn't come out of the bath yet, and the sound of water coming out from time to time made people daydream.

Sheng Xingyan stood up from the bathtub and stepped out of the bathtub.

I wanted to blow dry my hair, but thought that the hair dryer was outside, so I put on a nightgown and opened the door.

Into the eyes, a piece of pitch black.

From the direction where the hair dryer was placed, some warm orange dim light came faintly.

Sheng Xingyan followed the faint light and walked step by step.

Until I saw that the teenager on the sofa crossed his legs, casually playing with the lighter on his fingertips, lazily and casually.

On the small tea table in front of him, there was a cake lit with a small candle.

"finished Wash?"

Fu Yanchao turned his head slightly when he heard the sound.

Looking at the girl standing in the bright light like a god, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more gentle.

He got up and took her hand, and took her to sit on his lap.

The tip of his nose smelled the fragrance of shower gel from the girl, and he put the little crown on her head.

"make a wish?"

Sheng Xingyan recovered from her stupefaction, opened her mouth, and just about to reach out to touch the crown on top of her head, a hand grabbed her hand.

"Little princess, obediently make a wish and touch your crown again."

The young man's deep and lazy voice was mixed with pampering and tenderness, and his quiet and deep eyebrows were also dyed with soft light.

Sheng Xingyan let out an "ah" belatedly, looked at the delicate and delicious little cake in front of her, and clicked her tongue.

"It's my birthday."

(End of this chapter)