“Hahahaha…” Wen Xinya’s humiliating and shameful mood pleased Si Yiyan, and he could not help but burst out laughing. Her clear voice was unusually pleasant to the ear, just like the sound of a guqin played, with a loose, profound and distant charm.
Si Yiyan rarely laughed so heartily. His deep and elegant voice vibrated the eardrums, as if knocking on the tip of the heart, making Wen Xinya's heart tremble. She felt more and more ashamed and had an urge to escape.
However, before she could put her thoughts into action, Si Bianyan had already seen through her heart. His body instantly overturned, half pressing her under him, and trapping her between his chest and the bed.
At this moment, Wen Xinya felt somewhat guilty and ashamed, and could not help but push him: "You... let me go!"
Thinking of the stupid things she had done before, Wen Xinya couldn't help feeling a little timid and didn't know how to face him.
Si Yiyan forcefully pinned her hands above her head: "Baby, you have rejected me too many times today. Do you think... I will give you another chance to reject me?"
His tone was slow, but his voice was deep and heavy. He spoke clearly and carefully, one word at a time. It was fierce and cold, giving people a sense of danger.
Wen Xinya's breathing suddenly became heavier, her chest felt a little suffocated, and she subconsciously struggled with her hands that were imprisoned above her head. Her mouth was dry and her voice was low and hoarse: "You hurt me!"
She softened her tone, her voice was tender and soft, her accent was gentle and sweet, and her drawn-out tail tone was coquettish, showing her weak posture vividly and disguising herself as not threatening at all.
Si Yiyan gently lifted up the white and purple striped tie beside the bed, a dark light flashing in his narrow and beautiful eyes: "Baby, you asked for this."
She asked for it—
On his birthday, she showed him her prime, her gorgeous and dazzling beauty, arranged a romantic, gorgeous and surprising birthday program, and gave him such a very interesting and suggestive birthday gift.
The hidden desire that was boiling in his heart was suppressed again and again, like a rising undercurrent. When the time came, it would burst out like an overwhelming force, rushing hotly!
The purple and white tie in his hand was the one she had picked out specifically for Si Yiyan at CC store. When Si Yiyan went out today, she tiptoed like a little wife and tied it for him personally. She still remembered that when Si Yiyan wore this tie, he had an indescribable and strong aura, which made her admire him for a while.
However, looking at his slender jade-like fingers with distinct joints, gently picking up his tie, she couldn't help but panic: "Si Yiyan, I was wrong, is it okay if I was wrong?"
Her eyes were red and filled with tears, her voice was unconsciously crying, and she looked so pitiful that she was lovable.
"It's too late! If you reject me, you will be punished." After saying that, he released the hand that was restraining Wen Xinya's wrist, but before Wen Xinya could react, the tie had already wrapped around her wrist and tied her wrist to the bedpost.
The restraints were neither loose nor tight enough to hurt him, but also prevented her from breaking free.
“No…” Wen Xinya couldn’t help but struggle miserably, but he tied her too tightly, and the struggle was in vain. Instead, the tie rubbed the delicate skin on her wrist, causing her to feel a burning pain.
Si Yiyan whispered, "Don't move, be careful not to hurt yourself."
Wen Xinya had to give up struggling, and looked at him with tears in her eyes, begging: "I'll be obedient, please don't tie me up, it hurts..."
She was really not used to being tied up by Si Yiyan like this. Her hands lost their freedom and she felt as if she had become extremely helpless. She felt powerless in an instant.
She didn't know how attractive she looked when she was about to cry and begging for mercy.
Si Yiyan's body was half suspended in the air above her, holding her beneath him like a dragon coiling and a tiger crouching. She was still wearing the same bright white dress that she had worn before. The bright white spread out on the bed, and the hem of the skirt that had been piled together now spread out in all directions, like a bunch of blooming camellia flowers on her body, so beautiful and fragrant that it burned her bones.
Her exposed skin, contrasting with the scorching white of the peach blossoms, was as crystal clear and lustrous as Qiong Yao's, and formed an extreme, opposing and strong visual impact with the black velvet beneath her.
There is a very white and very gorgeous enchantment!
Extremely dark, extremely charming and mysterious!
Especially the hands tied to the bedposts, which give people a visual stimulation of "you can do whatever you want", making it even more difficult to control yourself.
Si Yiyan took a deep breath and slowly lowered his body: "Be good, let me eat my fill, and I'll let you go!"
After saying that, Si Yiyan stretched out a hand, gently lifted her head, and reached out to pull out the crystal clear, shiny and smooth camellia flower hairpin in her hair.
In an instant, her smooth black hair poured down, with a smooth touch, like the finest silk, spread on the bright black velvet satin, almost blending with the color of the sheets.
Wen Xinya suddenly panicked. The skin on her wrist was slightly painful because of the struggle just now: "No, let me go, my hand hurts..."
However, Si Yiyan had already been crazy about her.
Hot kisses fell on her lips, neck, and chest—
The slightly calloused, slightly rough palm moved over her body—
Because she was tied up, Wen Xinya felt extremely helpless. She always subconsciously wanted to struggle, but as soon as she struggled, her wrists began to hurt. She felt that the tie between her wrists was getting tighter and tighter, and her senses became more and more acute. She felt wronged and couldn't help crying.
She cried like a pear blossom in the rain, a crabapple in the dew, looking even more beautiful: "Wuwuwuwu, Si Yiyan, you big bad guy, bad guy, bad guy..."
Si Yiyan couldn't control himself for a moment and sank down.
Wen Xinya was crying her heart out because she was bound, both physically and mentally. She had a sense of struggle and rebellion, and her smooth legs were kicking wildly in the air.
If she had hands now, she would definitely scratch his back with her sharp nails, leaving bloody marks on his back before she would stop.
But there are no ifs in this world.
"Flowers are most beautiful when it rains, and their grace is fully realized when they are about to bloom." Si Yiyan looked at her crying with a gorgeous posture, charming and adorable eyes, and bright and beautiful cheeks, which was indescribably moving.
“You are bad, you are bad, you are bad…” Wen Xinya cried while hiccuping.
But she doesn't know how charming and enchanting the sound she makes is. Such a delicate and pitiful look makes people want to bully and ravage her even more!