The Sweet Love

The next day, Sister Yun found out about the news that Xia Xiaoran was about to release, and even looked at me. After seeing that I did not have any reactions, she relaxed and agreed to it. Although Xia Xiaoran does not sell herself, the thing that showed on her face is that Xia Xiaoran is no longer under my protection, so from then on, I have nothing to do with her. That was the point.

Xia Xiaoran and I are just strangers now, so these things are not something I should worry about.

The weather gradually turned cold, and winter came.

He had not been to Yin Zun for a long time, so he asked me and his side questions a few times if there were any problems with me and him, and they were all fooled by me ambiguously. She did not dare to be sure, so she did not make a move on me.

Actually, this worry is completely unnecessary. We don't even see each other anymore. As I thought about this, I looked up to see Jin Zicheng walking towards me.

I was a little stunned, but he was already standing in front of me. His tone carried the usual ridicule. "What? It's been so long since we last met, yet you don't recognize me?"

He did not wear formal attire today, but a set of loose sports attire instead. He looked like a university student with a clean temperament, as if the air here would dirty him even a minute longer if he stayed in Yin Zun's place.

The light flickered on his face, deepening his eyes. Seeing him like this, I somehow felt at ease.

When I finished, I said to myself, "Is it really going to become a shaky M?"

He saw that I still didn't speak, so he had an impatient expression on his face and said, "That's enough, why are you still not saying anything? Don't you even need to receive guests? "

I stood up and smiled at him. "I thought you were planning to never see me again."

"I had intended to do so, but..." He walked to the back and pushed open the door of the private box. "I think you must be feeling very happy inside, but I think I can't make you feel this happy."

I smiled and followed him into the private room. Just as I closed the door and turned around, I was pressed against the wall.

There was no doubt that this was a passionate and lustful kiss.

It was only when he ran his tongue over my lips, into my mouth, and kissed me warmly, that I realized it.

I tried to push him away with my hands, but he held my hands and couldn't move them. He held me in a domineering embrace, skillfully teasing me. Gradually my breathing became a mess, and I didn't know when he would push me down on the couch and kiss me carefully and authoritatively.

My breath was slowly being plundered by him. I don't know how long he kissed me before he let me go. I looked at him breathlessly, my eyes a little dazed.

He was panting slightly, his eyes fixed on mine, full of desire.