Gu Yanhao moved very quickly, clasped her waist with one hand, pressed the back of her head with the other, bowed his head, and tightly grabbed her lips.
After grabbing her lips, he sucked and bit, with a hint of punishment.
Xu Jing felt that she should not stay at this time, so she quietly left the office.
She was about to gently close the door, but found that Song Jiuyue was standing at the door at some point, looking inside with dull eyes.
Xu Jing looked at the two people kissing together inside, and then at Song Jiuyue who had a hurt face.
She pursed her lips and gently closed the door.
Opening the door, Song Jiuyue looked away, and gave Xu Jing a hard look.
…
Song Wuyou's mind suddenly went blank.
I just feel the soft, full and elastic touch on the lips.
Gu Yanhao hugged her tightly, seeing that she did not resist, he pried open her white teeth and forced his way in.
He was very annoyed because those netizens attacked her on the Internet, but she was calm and composed, and he wanted to punish her.
But when he touched her lips, feeling her sweetness, he was reluctant to let go.
The warm and slippery thing turned in his mouth, Song Wuyou felt as if his whole body was electrified.
The man closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
After the long kiss, Gu Yanhao reluctantly let Song Wuyou go.
Song Wuyou's cheeks were flushed, and he stared blankly at the successful and satisfied Gu Yanhao, "You kiss me?"
Gu Yanhao looked at her coolly, "I'll bite you."
"Gu Yanhao, you rascal!"
"This is the first time I've heard that a husband kissing his wife is a hooligan." Gu Yanhao smiled, and even stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, with enchanting eyes and charming movements.
Seeing him like this, Song Wuyou blushed, turned around, and simply didn't look at him.
"It tastes pretty sweet." Gu Yanhao still had more to say.
Song Wuyou gritted his teeth, really wanting to throw this man out.
"Are you inspired to make clothes?" Gu Yanhao looked at the pieces of fabric on the table.
"Originally there was, but when you disturbed it, I lost any inspiration."
"No, no." Gu Yanhao curled his lips: "I don't want you to be too tired."
When Song Wuyou heard this, his heart ached slightly.
It was the first time she heard the words of caring about her so much.
Gu Yanhao caught a glimpse of the white porcelain bowl on her computer desk and raised her eyebrows: "Have you finished eating the donkey-hide gelatin cake?"
"It's over." Song Wuyou replied lightly.
"How does it taste?"
"good."
It was such a light tone again.
Gu Yanhao came forward, took her hand and held it in his palm.
Song Wuyou looked at him in surprise, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it tightly.
She glared at him: "What are you doing?"
"Touch your hands to see if they are warmer."
"… ???"What's the meaning
Seeing her confused face, Gu Yanhao smiled lowly, "Don't you know that your hands are cold?"
"It's so hot now, I can't feel it." How did he know
"You scratch my itch, a burst of cold penetrates my heart." Gu Yanhao rubbed her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's still not warm, and I will insist on eating a donkey-hide gelatin cake every day from now on."
"..." Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao quietly, suddenly being so concerned by him, she felt a little... uncomfortable.
Gu Yanhao held her hand, rubbed and touched it. In fact, he felt that her hand was very small, soft and boneless, and it was very comfortable to hold.
Touching and touching, he couldn't bear to let go of her.
Song Wuyou's clear eyes were indifferent, and his heart beat faster than he could control.
She looked at Gu Yanhao angrily, "Gu Yanhao, have you touched enough?"