Hard to Deceive

There was a bright, warm yellow light in front of the room, a little dazzling. The sound of air conditioning, the rustle of drizzle, and the sound of ambiguous swallowing can be heard in the ear.

Wen Yifan raised his head slightly, and felt that his thoughts became sluggish after bearing this strange and unspeakable touch. She couldn't separate the energy to think about Sang Yan's words, and her whole body moved with his actions.

Sang Yan's body was hard, like a silent envelope, mixed with familiar breath that made her indulged. There was still water vapor on her body, and the water at the tips of her hair gathered, dropping a few points from time to time, slightly cool.

It is so warm that it sinks uncontrollably.

But because of this coldness, he was a little sober.

Wen Yifan looked confused, staring at the light in front of him, and moved down again. Noting that Sang Yan's clothes were still in order, she held his head and her voice trembled: "Sang Yan, you didn't turn off the lights..."

Sang Yan raised his head after hearing the sound.

Under the bright light.

The man's complexion is cold and white, his lips are darker, and he has beautiful water stains. The eyebrows are sharp, the inner double is shallow, and the pupil color is high-purity black. At this time, he was lusted, his facial features were sharp but not diminished, and his aggressiveness seemed to be multiplied.

Like a blatant aggressor.

"Turn off the lights?" Sang Yan let go, and the hem of his clothes fell down and returned to the original place. His voice was slightly heavy, with a little smile, "Then what do you think of me?"

"..."

When the words fell, Sang Yan's body lay back, lying down on the bed. He also pulled her wrists and brought them in his direction. She was unprepared, her upper body leaned forward, half lying on his body.

During this period, Wen Yifan's injury on his right leg was inadvertently rubbed off by his pants.

A slight tingling sensation.

Wen Yifan frowned subconsciously.

Sang Yan paused when he noticed her appearance. He let go of her wrist, his gaze dropped, and he suddenly reacted: "Have you hit a wound?"

Before Wen Yifan could speak, he sat up.

"Come here and I have a look."

Wen Yifan whispered: "I didn't touch it much, it doesn't hurt."

Sang Yan didn't speak, but just held her knee and stared at the wound on her thigh.

It has been three or four days.

The scabs had already formed in several places, and the color became dark, because it was a little red and swollen because of the water, and only two deep wounds were left with shallow bloodshot eyes. Her complexion was white to reflective, making the wound serious and shocking.

At this moment.

Sang Yan instantly felt that he was the "beast" he just said.

Her leg injury is not healed.

And just told myself about those experiences.

He hasn't considered whether she will dislike such things.

After a while.

Sang Yan gradually straightened up, the desire in his eyes seemed to remain undecided, and at this moment he felt a little regretful. He straightened his lips, raised his eyelashes and stared at Wen Yifan's eyes, and said directly: "Sleep."

Wen Yifan was taken aback.

As if not intending to continue, Sang Yan slowly sorted out the broken hair on her forehead. His eyes were as deep as ink, staring at the marks he made on her body: "I'll take a bath."

"..."

Wen Yifan looked back at him.

At this moment, I think this situation is particularly absurd.

Her body was still wet and greasy, and she felt that every corner of her body had been kissed by him, it was all his breath. It was like using a feather to tick her body, but in the end it only went through this process.

The unspeakable longing that was provoked by him.

Because of him, it turned into something that was silent and didn't get the slightest response.

Wen Yifan was still sitting on him, his eyes motionless.

She didn't know whether it was she herself or Sang Yan.

He is the one who takes the initiative.

He was the one who hugged her.

In the end, he was the one who interrupted inexplicably because of a trivial matter.

Wen Yifan felt like a tool man, who could only bear it blindly, and couldn't give any advice. Thinking of what Sang Yan said just now, she pursed her lower lip, and couldn't help saying, "Then I still have to pay?"

Sang Yan didn't respond: "Huh?"

"I think if I pay you back for your service," Wen Yifan's eyes twitched slightly, and the affection in his eyes had not faded yet. She sucked her nose a little, and said slowly and gently, "I'm a bit lost."

"..."

After speaking, Wen Yifan moved his legs and wanted to get off him.

The next moment he was pressed by his hand.

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and met his smiling but non-smiling eyes: "What did you say?"

"..."

As if he had never thought that he would hear such words, Sang Yan's expression became a little more incredible. He leaned against her back waist, and said every word: "Listen, where is the loss?"

Because of this distance, Wen Yifan held his breath and regretted what he said impulsively.

She didn't know how to make it round, so she broke the jar and said, "You didn't meet the charging standard..."

Hearing this, Sang Yan raised his eyelashes lightly and pulled the corner of his lower lip. He hugged her, and brought them back to the same position. This time the force is softer than before.

He grabbed her wrist and slid down, stopping at the position of his clothes.

"What is the standard for charging?"

"..."

All subsequent actions are guided by Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan's hand was grasped by him, and he pushed his clothes up, revealing massive and powerful abdominal muscles. His voice was light and dumb, with obvious bewitching: "Should I show you here?"

Keep going up.

"Still here?"

Wen Yifan could feel his hand being held by him, and stroked him one by one. The back of her ears gradually burned, and apart from listening to him flirting with herself, she didn't know how to react.

Pull to the position of the collarbone.

Sang Yan looked at her in a provocative tone: "Did you finish?"

Wen Yifan let out a slow beat.

"What's the next step?" Sang Yan pushed her head down, her lips pressed to her ears, her voice gradually softened, as if she was speaking in a breath, "--it's time to enjoy."

As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan's brain exploded in an instant.

Accompanied by his next two words. "The guests."

...

Wen Yifan sat there, not knowing what to do. She lightly licked the corner of her lower lip and stared at the man's Adam's apple and collarbone, without any unnecessary movement.

Sang Yan whispered: "Why not kiss?"

"..."

"Don't touch it after spending money, don't you feel a loss."

These words seemed to be a temptation, and Wen Yifan was uncontrollably caught. She lowered her head and kissed his Adam's apple, her back was fixed by him, and she could clearly feel his hotness.

Sang Yan panted lightly, feeling that all her actions seemed to be torture, continuously challenging his patience.

Soon, he raised her head unrestrainedly and bit her lips and teeth hard.

The palm fell down, touching every part of her body.

Before they knew it, the positions of the two changed. Wen Yifan lay down on the bed. Under his words and deeds, while in a daze, he really felt like he had spent a lot of money to buy a top brand and came back to prostitute.

At the last moment, Sang extended his hand to turn off the light, and took the box on the bedside table by the way.

In the groggy room.

Wen Yifan heard the sound of tearing the package.

Everything around it became unrealistic, only the person in front of him was extremely clear.

Sang Yan's movements were light and patient, kissing her lips soothingly, and then slowly, inch by inch, invaded her. She felt the pain, and there was a soft whimper in her mouth unconsciously, but she didn't mean to shrink back.

She doesn't like the touch of any man.

Except for him.

In front of Sang Yan, Wen Yifan just wanted to get closer to him.

The rain outside seemed to be louder, and it crackled down and slapped the windows. From slow to hurried, the sound of falling from light to heavy, spread in this boundless night.

Sang Yan imprisoned her, his strength gradually increased, just wanting to completely take her as his own.

Years of longing turned into a gloomy violent feeling at this moment, swallowing his reason in a whirlwind.

The next moment, Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan's nasal voice.

"Sang Yan, it hurts..."

He recovered, and said dumbly: "Where does it hurt?"

The corners of Wen Yifan's eyes were red, and he was holding his back, completely unable to speak.

"Why don't you speak?" Sang Yan lowered his head and kissed her chin. The movement was obviously lighter, but the bad words were not hidden. "If you don't say, how do I know where it hurts?"

Wen Yifan still said nothing.

"Don't tell me?"

His head is slightly to the side, close to his ear, biting her earlobe.

"--Then take it first."