Rubbing her face, she blushed unapologetically.
"I'm not afraid anymore." She lowered her head, blushing and shaking her head.
Because of the height difference, even though Song Wenxin sat on his lap, she was still a bit shorter than him, and she still needed to raise her head when looking at him.
Although she was a person who already had a fiancé, she had never had such a close distance with Shen Jiayu...
Shen Jiayu wanted to, but she rejected her every time. However, at that time, Shen Jiayu was very good at pretending in front of her, and he didn't force her.
Therefore, Song Wenxin is quite sensitive to the opposite sex.
"But..." Song Wen moved his body uncomfortably, raised his eyes to look at him, but couldn't help but dodge his eyes unconsciously.
Are they now... a little, too close
Although he is not a normal man and may not feel it, she is a very normal woman!
"But what?" Hearing this, he frowned, suddenly lowered his head, and asked her.
Seeing her blushing, he actually felt a little happy in his heart.
He had never been interested in silly pranks, but at this moment... He suddenly changed his mind.
He hooked his lips, followed by his eyes teasingly freed a hand, and lifted her chin.
This move made Song Wenxin stunned for a moment.
The next moment, he suddenly approached her with thin lips, and kissed her lips.
Song Wenxin was a little dazed... After confirming Jiang Beihan's sexual orientation|orientation, being kissed by him again gave her a strange feeling in her heart.
In her mind, a picture of Jiang Beihan and Shangguan together suddenly appeared... It made her feel a chill...
...
She had just taken a shower, and her body had a faint scent of shower gel. This scent mixed with her breath, forming a very pleasant smell...
This pleasant smell surrounds the tip of Jiang Beihan's nose, making him feel a little more at ease...
His jet-black eyes flickered...
He understands what's wrong with him...
— There was a sound of a touch, and the debris on the desk was pushed away, and some objects fell on the floor.
Jiang Beihan picked up Song Wenxin and placed it on the desk.
At this time, Song Wenxin's brain was fully awake, and she stretched out her hand to push him like a conditioned reflex.
At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped.
This feeling of being about to lose control completely seemed to be the first time in my memory.
Seeing him get up, Song Wenxin quickly propped herself up and sat up. She blushed, opened her mouth, and breathed heavily, and her heartbeat became very fast, as if she could jump out at any time.
"I'm sorry to disturb your work. I'll go back first." Song Wenxin got up from the table, didn't dare to look at Jiang Beihan, picked up his design drawing, and fled out of the study.
Jiang Beihan stood in place, looked at the direction she was leaving, then frowned, moved his dry Adam's apple, reached out and unbuttoned two shirts on his body, and took two deep breaths to feel better.
In just two days, he lost control twice because of her... But, at least now, he doesn't want to force her!
He turned his face sideways, turned his gaze to the chair she brought over, raised his eyebrows, and said to himself: "Is it too quiet..."