Dear Mr. Shi

A tall, tall, arrogant and cool man took his room card and opened the door and walked in.

Today, Shi Yuhan is dressed in a white suit, adding a touch of gentleness to his original snow-like face.

He closed the door and wiped in the card.

The light in the room turned on, and he saw Song Qinghuan who was lying on the bed and seemed to be asleep. Her eyes that were as dark as night squinted instantly, seeming strange and surprised, how could she be here.

A kind of cold air pressure fills the space. There was dead silence in the air, so quiet that it could drip.

Shi Yuhan didn't have a trace of emotion, he looked around the room lightly for a week, his eyes were cold and cold, and finally he settled on the bedside table, in the empty milk glass.

Slightly relieved his eyebrows, he seemed to understand what was going on.

Li Qianze would really make his own decision.

Shi Yuhan's eyes wandered, looking at Song Qinghuan faintly, and suddenly turned around, seeming to want to leave.

But only took two steps, and suddenly stopped, his body paused slightly, and then turned back towards Song Qinghuan.

He sat down by the bed, looked deeply at her sleeping face, raised his slender hands, and stroked her forehead lovingly to help her smooth her messy long hair.

After Song Qinghuan came out of the hot spring, she was wearing only a bathrobe and had not changed it. At this moment, her neckline was slightly loosened, revealing her white collarbone.

Shi Yuhan slowly stretched out his hand, thinking of helping her get her clothes ready so that she wouldn't catch a cold.

But the hand touched her white and tender skin, as smooth as milk, and a little unwilling to leave, the light shining from her eyes was slowly dyed with desire.

Shi Yuhan slowly leaned down and leaned his head against Song Qinghuan's neck, seeming to restrain the turbulent feeling in his body.

But in the end it failed. Shi Yuhan kissed Song Qinghuan's lips, gently rubbing them, very gentle, not daring to go deep, only dared to use the tip of the tongue, and Qing Xuan painted the shape of her lips.

He didn't know what Li Qianze had eaten for Song Qinghuan, fearing that he would go too far and would wake Song Qinghuan.

Gradually, when the kiss can no longer be satisfied, his big palm starts to wander around his waist.

During this period of time, Shi Yuhan Yeye could not sleep peacefully. All of her mind was Song Qinghuan, thinking about her breath, her body temperature, her laughter, her crying, and her tears...

Song Qinghuan was right in front of him at this moment, and he was keeping the closest distance. How could he let her go because of her domineering temperament to protect her from the cold.

Song Qinghuan's bathrobe had been loosened, and she was lying naked under him. Shi Yuhan released her shackles. When she lowered her head to kiss her lips again, her lower body sank straight in.

Song Qinghuan frowned suddenly.

She had a dream. She dreamed that someone was pressing on her and she was almost out of breath. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she was so sleepy and sleepy, no matter how she opened it, she couldn't open it. She wanted to raise her hand to push the person away, she wanted to get a little breath, but she couldn't lift it as if she was tied up.

Nightmare?

When Song Qinghuan felt a little flustered, there was a vaguely familiar breath surrounding her nose. This is...

She doesn't want to admit it, but she can still be sure that this is exclusive to the time to keep out the cold.

My heart trembled unconsciously, what happened, how could she dream of him.