The next moment, she felt a tightness around her waist and someone hugged her from behind and pushed her into the lounge.
The lounge was completely dark. Song Zhixing was timid and was completely frightened by such a hug. When she came to her senses, she immediately screamed and scratched the arm around her waist.
Before she could turn around, she was put down. The figure behind her came around to the front and said helplessly: "Why do you like to scratch people so much? It seems that you really need to find someone to give your sharp kitten claws a rest in the future."
This sound...
Song Zhixing was shocked.
I almost thought it was my own illusion.
She stopped moving, and leaned against the wall quietly. Only her unstable breathing could be heard in the dark space.
Is it the second uncle? Impossible, he was clearly out on a business trip before she finished class. How could he be here now? But the man's breath was so familiar...
She didn't know when it started, but she could remember even his breath so clearly.
Just as she was daydreaming, there was a rustling sound, and the next moment, a medicine bottle was passed under her nose. Tang Yu ordered in a steady voice: "Xingxing, inhale!"
Song Zhixing was sure it was her, and all the fear in her heart disappeared at that moment, replaced by peace of mind. She knew that as long as this man was there, she would be fine. Every time, he would save her when she was helpless.
In addition to peace of mind, there was also a trace of indescribable joy. It was as if the depression that had been weighing on my chest for two days disappeared without a trace in an instant because of his appearance. My empty heart was also filled in an instant.
Since when did she start to hope for his return so much? In the past, she even dreamed of his late return.
She held the medicine bottle and took several deep breaths. After a while, her breathing became much calmer.
"Are you feeling better?" Tang Yu's voice sounded above his head.
"Yeah." She pushed the medicine bottle away. Tang Yu put the medicine away.
She stood against the door, feeling the faint scent of cologne on the man, her heart was turbulent, and for a moment, she couldn't help but call him, "Second Uncle..."
The voice was soft and weak, as if it was a coquettish voice, but also seemed to hide many complex and rich emotions.
Tang Yu's body shook and his breathing became slightly heavier.
He was originally furious about her not bringing medicine with her, and tried to hold back his anger, wanting to wait for her to calm down before giving her a proper lesson. However, her soft call softened his heart. How could he still be angry with her
"What's wrong?" Tang Yu's voice was hoarse, and he leaned over and stared at her.
There was no light on in the lounge, but the light from outside was projected in, allowing the two people who had already adapted to the darkness to gradually recognize each other's figures.
Even with her head down, Song Zhixing could still feel Tang Yu's burning gaze on her. Her heart was beating fast, and she licked her lips before looking up. "Aren't you on a business trip? Why are you back?"
"Don't you know why I came back?" In the darkness, Tang Yu's voice was so sexy that it made people feel scared. His long fingers, as if they were attached to her, slowly stroked the girl's cheek.
Song Zhixing felt like his fingertips were stained with fire, burning her and making her shiver. Her mind was a little confused, so she could only shake her head and said in a soft and intermittent voice, "I... Of course I don't know. Are you done with the things over there?"
"No. There are still many, many things waiting for me." Tang Yu was speaking the truth, and one could clearly hear a hint of fatigue in his voice.
Song Zhixing felt a little distressed, "Then why did you come back?"
Tang Yu looked at her from top to bottom. His deep eyes, in the darkness, were even more shocking, as if he wanted to suck her in completely.
She felt like she couldn't breathe again...
However, this was completely different from the feeling during an attack. This was more like a heart attack, because the heartbeat was so violent that it was about to jump out of the chest.
Tang Yu took a deep breath, and the next second, as if he could no longer bear it, he pulled his long arms back and hugged her. Then, he lifted her chin with his other hand, lifted her little face, and kissed her passionately and fiercely, covering her lips and pressing heavily.
"This is what I was thinking about all the way on the plane back..." Tang Yu sucked her soft lips obsessively. While taking a breath, he whispered on her lips.
In fact, he thought he could survive a week or even half a month before coming back to see the little girl. However, he overestimated his own determination. When you miss someone, it is best not to even call them, because when you hear their voice, the longing will only grow more crazily in your heart, and in the end, it will become as if the heart is entangled by vines, and you will miss them so much that even your heart will ache.
Song Zhixing seemed to be able to feel the man's strong emotions. Infected, the emotions that had been pent up deep in her heart burst out. At this moment, she forgot everything - whether it was their identity or their relationship, she just melted in the man's crazy kiss.
Her body became softer and hotter, as if being roasted in fire. His lips, his tongue, his breath, were the raging fire.
The next moment...
The man held her petite buttocks and lifted her up. Her slender legs subconsciously tightened around the man's strong waist.
Tang Yu was distracted by her tightly clamped legs, and he groaned, and put her on the glass table in the lounge. He held her delicate buttocks with one hand, kneading them hard, and whispered in a rough voice: "Xingxing, don't be so hard... You will make me want to take you here..."
When Song Zhixing heard this, her ears turned red. Fortunately, it was dark here, so she couldn't see her embarrassed look.
Her legs were loosened and she hung weakly on the edge of the glass table, limp like a little doll that was about to melt. Her sweaty hands tightly grasped the man's shirt collar, "If you dare to do that to me here... I will tell my grandfather that you bullied me..."
Tang Yu chuckled.
This little thing doesn't know that his current state will really make people want to bully him even more.
"Then tell me first, how did I bully you?" Tang Yu did not retreat, but put one hand under her skirt, his eyes burning, his smile was evil and sexy, "Xingxing, you are bullying me..."
"You're talking nonsense. How could I bully you?" Song Zhixing accused. His hands were moving around under her skirt. She wanted to retreat in panic, but then she was pushed back by a strange pleasure.
This kind of comfort made her feel strange and ashamed. She knew it was wrong, but she felt like she was stuck in a swamp and couldn't get out. Instead, she felt a devilish impulse in her heart, making her feel that she wanted more...