Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

After he said these words, Lanxi's heart was full of shock.

She had no time to digest his meaning. The touch of his thin lips on her face stimulated every inch of her skin. She was in a trance. She subconsciously knew that Yan Mu ran had no real relationship with him. Everything was just a cover. Too many things she didn't know impacted her mind.

The hot tears didn't have time to recover. When his thin lips rolled and wreaked havoc on her lips, the familiar warmth and hegemony hit her. The tears almost fell as soon as they touched and spread hot on her whole small face. She suddenly wanted to cry. It was the kind of insight sour feeling, a kind of grief, a kind of grief that knew that he was struggling to survive in despair like her.

She really doesn't have that good control.

She will keep guessing, questioning, locking herself in a small black room and torturing herself until she goes crazy.

Her soft arms twined up and trembled, but she tightly grabbed him from behind and held him on tiptoe. Lanxi was still crying in despair and silence, and hot tears covered her face.

"I'm sorry..." she said in a trembling voice, choking and crying, "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

She didn't know she would misunderstand him like this.

Mu Yanchen held the trembling body in his arms, clenched her waist with his big hand, breathed deeply and kissed her lips fiercely. Her broken voice sobbed between his lips and teeth, burning them like a flame with hot tears. How could he not know how much pressure she had? Such a heavy sense of guilt has already made her sensitive and vulnerable.

Pinching her jaw, she intruded at the moment when her teeth were forced to open, twisted the tip of her tongue, violently attacked the city, comforted her, and swallowed up her pain and fear.

"Don't stand here. It's too cold. Let's go to the car and say, en?" she swallowed all the astringency in her mouth. Mu Yanchen finally loosened her ravaged lips and rubbed her hair.

Lanxi still sobbed and shook his head.

"I don't go home..." she really doesn't want to go back.

Mu Yanchen stood still for a second, then pulled out a pale smile from Junyi's lips, understood her later, took her tightly into his arms, tightened her waist, and patted her back: "don't go back to Mu house... Go back to me... Don't be afraid, okay?"

The cold wind hit, poured in from the cuff, and Lan Xi trembled slightly. She subconsciously shrank into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and nodded wrongfully.

***

Instead of going home, I just lowered the seat in the car horizontally and leaned together to look at the night sky.

Lanxi was tired of crying. Her long eyelashes were wet with tears and it was hard to stick them on her face. She moved gently. Her eyes touched the exquisite button on mu Yanchen's chest. She felt a little unreal. She touched it and held the button in the palm of her hand.

Recalling what happened tonight, she felt another pain and buried her face.

Mu Yanchen noticed her movement, and her deep eyes hung down. She let her grab her button, hold it in the palm of her hand, touch her hair, and said in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

Lanxi made a dull voice for a long time: "... I didn't mean it."

Mu Yanchen frowned slightly. He didn't know what she was talking about. He bent his head lower, and his thin lips gently pasted her bangs: "what?"

She raised her eyes, her hair was slightly messy in front of her forehead, and her eyes were as clear as water. She explained: "I didn't burn her on purpose. My hand didn't have strength, and I turned it over with the soup. I don't know what happened."

Her eyes were full of sincerity.

Mu Yanchen just remembered those things on the dinner table. Quietly, he moved his body, held the little hand around his waist and pulled it out. He clearly saw that the back of her hand was also hot red, and the place of her wrist was obviously very soft. Her muscles and bones were slightly misplaced, and she would hurt if she moved gently.

"How?" he frowned deeply.

Lanxi didn't bother to explain again. With a trace of dependence and sleepiness, he leaned back to his chest: "before the college entrance examination, physical education reached the standard and practiced. I guess I can't pass this time."

She's terrible at sports.

"How many?"

"Long distance running, sprint, shot put, long jump, and one forgot what it was."

"Do you practice every day?"

"Well, what do you think? It's actually not easy to be a student -" Lanxi said softly, resting on his chest. He paused, as if he suddenly thought of something, and his long eyelashes trembled twice. "Doesn't it matter if we don't go home at night? What should we say if they ask?"

Mu Yanchen has deep eyes, holds her wrist, gently rubs the muscles and bones on her wrist, alleviates the redness, swelling and bruises caused by frequent force application, and ignores her problem: "I'll practice with you another day. Don't be afraid I can't pass."

Lanxi suddenly froze, his small face wrinkled painfully, gently got up and wanted to draw back his hand: "pain..."

Can you stop rubbing like that?

Mu Yanchen deeply bowed his head and stared at her. His voice was light and gentle: "rubbing the congestion will disperse faster. Later, you will sit here first. I'll go outside and buy some Yunnan Baiyao. I'll be fine soon."

The meaning of Seduction in his tone was strong enough, but Lanxi shook his head.

Pull your wrist back, continue to probe into his waist, gently surround him, full of dependence: "don't go."

A burst of warmth in the chest, together with the heart, warmed up and ironed people.

The light in Mu Yanchen's eyes became scarlet slightly. He got up and moved to hold her higher. His breath gently swept her forehead and lifted her face gently.

"I won't go, will I sit here with you all night? Or do you want to go back and do something else?" he asked silently.

Lanxi raised her eyes, and the grievances in her eyes loomed.

She gently turned her face. She bit his fingers and said in a soft voice, "can't you do it here?"

She didn't realize how bold her simple words were.

Mu Yanchen's eyelids jumped fiercely!

Her smooth little tongue rubbed from his finger belly, which made him confused. The fire in his lower abdomen almost immediately rushed up, burning his eyes more red. She said she wanted to do it here - did she really understand what she meant?

His fingers pulled out and gently but forcibly pulled her face. Mu Yanchen asked in a low voice, "seriously?"

Lanxi's face was burning red, and she didn't understand how she just said those words, but when he pressed her, she was not so bold. Don't open her face, but she was pulled back again. His breath was approaching, and the place where she sat under her hip was suddenly hot and hard. Her strength frightened her.

She subconsciously supported the handle next to the seat, frowned and wanted to step back and move away from her hips: "brother..."

Mu Yanchen's big hand pulled her back and pressed her down. Jun's face was full of emotion. He bent down and approached her breathing hoarse voice: "what?"

Lanxi wants to cry without tears.

Biting her lips, she trembled and spit out a few words: "brother, be gentle..."

Every time I do it with him, it will be so fierce that she can't stand it at last. Begging for mercy will only urge him to be in heat. Lust will cause him to sprint more violently and wildly. She is afraid of that feeling and wants to escape, but she is forced to sink with him in the end, and she can't escape every time. Such a feeling made her painful, like a sense of happiness inspired by extreme pain.

Mu Yanchen's body suddenly stiffened.

The scarlet color in her eyes was heavier, and her short words instantly ignited the prairie fire. Not only did her soft voice hear him out of control, but also her soft "brother", which sounded to stir up people's desire for crime. Hope, remind him that she was his own sister in the solemn dark night. Such a sense of taboo came with lust.

Mu Yanchen's whole body was burning hot and dry. He held his breath. His eyes were cold and quiet. He hooked her neck and kissed her gently. In a dumb voice, he ordered: "call again."

Lanxi was stunned. She didn't know what he wanted her to call, but she felt that her big hand had taken off her close jeans. She whispered to stop it. The finger belly with thin cocoon had rubbed up her forbidden area and grinded across the cloth with strong strength, forcing her to lose control instantly.

"..." Lan Xi bit his lips, climbed onto his shoulder and didn't speak.

"Call me brother." his cold voice poured into her eardrum and ordered.

"Elder brother..." the movement of the fingers made her afraid, and she trembled and called out a voice.

Mu Yanchen tore away her bondage and bowed down to block her lips at the moment she screamed and retreated.

"Call again, eh?" he gazed at her closely with scarlet eyes, endured the thin sweat on his forehead, put the tip of his tongue against her, and ordered dangerously.

Lanxi trembled all over. She wanted to look up and back, but she was controlled by him. She couldn't move at all. She was suddenly bitten on her lips. She trembled with pain and her body tightened. The syllable he wanted to hear only made half of the sound, and the tip of her tongue was firmly grasped!!

Remember who owns her at this moment.

Her warm tears flowed down again and covered the whole small face in the fierce collision. Mu Yanchen's action did not stop but became more intense. He didn't know whether she shed tears because of pain or sin, but he couldn't step back,

She has been tortured by the chaotic reality and is about to collapse. If she continues to torture, she will undoubtedly choose to retreat, but he won't allow it. Don't let her just give up.

He will finish the hardest road he chooses, even if he kneels.

In such a long process, he would never allow her to let go of his hand first.