In front of him is a bright warm yellow light, hitting the room, a little dazzling. I can still hear the sound of the air conditioner running, the rustling of the drizzle, and the ambiguous swallowing sound.
Wen Yifan raised his head slightly, enduring this unfamiliar and indescribable touch, feeling that his thoughts had become sluggish. 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 shroud, mixed with a familiar breath that made her addicted. There is still water vapor on the body, and the water at the tips of the hair gathers, falling a little from time to time, and it is slightly cool.
Warm enough to sink uncontrollably.
But because of this cold and a bit sober.
Wen Yifan's eyes were confused, he stared at the light in front of him, and then moved down. Noticing that Sang Yan's clothes were still neat, she supported his head and her voice trembled: "Sang Yan, you didn't turn off the light..."
Hearing the sound, Sang Yan raised his head.
under bright light.
The man's complexion is cold and white, and his lips are darkened with beautiful water stains. The eyebrows and eyes are sharp, the inner double is shallow, and the pupil color is high-purity black. At this time, he was infected with lust, and his facial features were sharp but undiminished, and the aggressiveness seemed to be multiplied.
like a blatant aggressor.
"Turn off the lights?" Sang Yan released his hand, and the hem of his clothes that was lifted by him fell down and fell back to its original place. His voice was slightly lower, with a smile, "Then what do you think of me?"
"… "
After the words fell, Sang Yan's body lay back, and the whole person lay on the bed. He also grabbed her wrist and took it in his direction. She was unprepared, her upper body leaned forward, and she was half-lying on top of him.
During this period, the wound on Wen Yifan's right leg was inadvertently rubbed against his pants.
A slight tingling sensation.
Wen Yifan subconsciously frowned.
Noticing her appearance, Sang Yan's expression paused. He let go of her wrist, his eyes slumped, and he suddenly reacted: "Have you touched a wound?"
Before Wen Yifan could make a sound, he had already sat up.
"Come and see."
Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "I haven't touched it much, it doesn't hurt."
Sang Yan didn't speak, just held her knee and stared at the wound on her thigh.
It's been three or four days.
Scabs had formed in several places, and the color was dark. It was a little red and swollen because of the water, and only two wounds with deeper wounds could still see shallow bloodshots. 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 hasn't healed yet.
And I just told myself about those experiences.
He also hadn't considered whether she would be disgusted with such a thing.
After a while.
Sang Yan gradually straightened up, the desire in his eyes seemed to have not disappeared at all, and at this moment he brought a bit of remorse. His lip line was straightened, he raised his eyelashes and stared at Wen Yifan's eyes, and said directly, "Sleep."
Wen Yifan was a little stunned.
As if she didn't intend to continue, Sang Yan slowly arranged the broken hair on her forehead. His eyes were as deep as Momo, staring at the marks he made on her body: "I'm going to take a bath."
"… "
Wen Yifan looked back at him.
At this moment, this situation is particularly absurd.
Her body was still wet and sticky, and she felt that every corner of her body had been kissed by him, and it was all his breath. It was like tickling her body with feathers, but in the end, she only went through such a process.
The unspeakable longing that was stirred up by him.
Also because of him, it turned into something that was silent and could not get the slightest response.
Wen Yifan was still sitting on top of him, his eyes not moving.
She didn't know whether it was her own problem or Sang Yan's.
It was him who took the initiative.
It was him who hugged her and kissed her.
In the end, it was also him who was interrupted for no reason by a trivial matter.
Wen Yifan felt like a tool man, he could only bear it blindly and couldn't give any opinion. Thinking of what Sang Yan had just said, she pursed her lower lip and couldn't help but say, "Then do I still have to pay?"
Sang Yan didn't react: "Huh?"
"I think I'll pay you back for your service," Wen Yifan's eyes were slightly hooked, and he was naturally charming, but the affection in his eyes had not yet subsided. She took a breath of her nose and said in a warm tone, "I'm a little bit at a loss."
"… "
After speaking, Wen Yifan moved his legs, trying to get off him.
In the next instant, he was held by his hand.
Wen Yifan raised his eyes and met his half-smiling eyes: "What did you say?"
"… "
As if he never expected to hear such words, Sang Yan's expression became a little more incredible. He leaned against her lower back, leaned on him, and said word by word, "Tell me, what's the loss?"
Because of this distance, Wen Yifan held his breath and regretted what he said impulsive.
She didn't know how to make it round, so she simply broke the jar and smashed: "You didn't meet the charging standard..."
Hearing this, Sang Yan raised her eyelashes slightly and pulled the corner of her lower lip. He hugged her and brought the two back to the position just now. This time the force was a little softer than before.
He grabbed her wrist and slid down, stopping at the hem of his clothes.
"What is the standard of charge?"
"… "
All the actions that follow are guided by Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan's hand was grabbed by him, and he pushed up his clothes, exposing his massive and powerful abdominal muscles. His voice was hoarse, with obvious bewitchment: "I have to show you this?"
Continue on.
"Still here?"
Wen Yifan could feel his hands being fixed by him, swiping across him one by one. The back of her ear gradually burned, and she didn't know how to react except listening to him flirting with her.
until it reaches the collarbone.
Sang Yan looked at her with a provocative tone: "Have you read it?"
Wen Yifan snorted slowly.
"What's the next step?" Sang Yan pressed her head down and put her lips to her ear, her voice getting softer, as if speaking in a breathy voice, "--It's time to enjoy."
As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan's mind exploded instantly.
With his next two words. "guest."
…
Wen Yifan sat on the spot, not knowing how to react. She licked the corner of her lower lip lightly, staring at the man's Adam's apple and collarbone, without any extra movement.
Sang Yan whispered: "Why don't you kiss?"
"… "
"Don't you think it's a loss if you spend money and don't touch it?"
These words seemed to be a temptation, and Wen Yifan was also uncontrollably trapped. She lowered her head and kissed his Adam's apple lightly, her lower back was fixed by him, and she could clearly feel his hotness.
Sang Yan panted lightly, feeling that all her actions were like torture, constantly challenging his patience.
Soon, he raised her head unrestrainedly and bit her lips and teeth hard.
The palms slid down, touching every part of her body.
Unconsciously, the positions of the two changed. Wen Yifan lay on the bed, under his words and deeds, when he was in a trance, he really had the feeling that 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 a dim room.
Wen Yifan heard the sound of tearing the package.
Everything around him became unreal, 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, occupied her. She felt the pain, and there was a soft whimper in her mouth, but she didn't even want to back down.
She doesn't like any man's touch.
Except him.
In front of Sang Yan, Wen Yifan just wanted to get closer to him.
The rain outside seemed to be louder, and it fell with a clatter, beating against the windows. From slow to rapid, the sound of the fall also ranges from light to heavy, spreading in this boundless night.
Sang Yan imprisoned her, his strength gradually increased, and he just wanted to take her completely for himself.
Years of longing turned into a dark sense of violence at this moment, swallowing up his sanity.
The next moment, Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan's nasal voice.
"Sang Yan, it hurts..."
He regained his senses and said hoarsely, "Where does it hurt?"
Wen Yifan's eyes were red, he hugged his back and couldn't say anything.
"Why don't you talk?" Sang Yan lowered her head and kissed her chin, her movements were obviously lighter, but she didn't hide the harshness in her words, "How do I know where it hurts if you don't say it?"
Wen Yifan remained silent.
"Don't say it?"
His head was slightly sideways, close to his ear, nibbling at her earlobe.
"—Then take it first."