In the room, there was only one lamp on the bedside table. Through the lampshade, the halo of colored glass was reflected. When the light reached the edge of the bed where the two of them were, it was already dim.
Wen Ying fell on her back on the goose feather soft quilt, her tentacles were slippery and soft, and she had no grip.
"...I'm your stepmother." Her voice was as light as a feather, and her tone didn't sound like a disgusted rejection, but a reminder.
His rough fingers gently rubbed her face, and said slowly: "Well, stepmother who is one year younger than me. I often think that if you didn't marry your father, you might be able to marry me."
"Do I have to marry into your Shao family?" She avoided his hand, "Your father was married by force, and then lost after marriage, you, coveting your father's wife, your character is not that good .I don't want to marry any of them."
"Don't you like me?"
Seeing that she was angry but still speaking slowly, he couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her, the lips, cheeks, and ears, the hot and humid breath made her body weak, he said: "Don't you like me kissing you like this? "
"… dislike."
"But I like it very much..." He rubbed his ten fingers slowly with her, watching the stubbornness in her eyes melt away, as if the snow melted in spring and turned into a pool of spring water, he looked at himself pitifully, and couldn't help but kiss her eyes , the slightly hoarse voice is full of magnetism, "I think about you every night when I go to bed, thinking about when I can kiss you, when I can press you on the bed like this, so that you can't resist, you can only put yourself Deliver it to my mouth."
There is too much filth hidden in these words, as soon as she thought about it, her cheeks flushed crimson with anger, and she scolded him lightly: "Shao Yifeng!"
"Don't Suo'er know that I like the way you are angry the most..."
She quickly covered his mouth, and glared at him shyly and annoyed, "There is no respect in your mouth, let me go and go back to your room and go crazy."
He let her cover her soft hand, blinked at her with peachy eyes, and asked very puzzled: "Since I can go crazy with you here, why do I have to go back to my room and think about you?"
"You, you, you..." She was caught off guard by his rascal, forgot for a moment, and repeated, "I am your stepmother!"
Seeing that she had been using this reason as a shield, Shao Yifeng finally became serious in his eyes, pecked and kissed her palm, and let her go as if she had been electrocuted, Fang said: "Former stepmother." He said these five things. After writing, I wished to see her flash of surprise, and said with a low smile, "I have seen the divorce agreement between you and your father."
She was startled, "When?"
"Are you sure that the current situation is suitable for talking about this?" He caught off guard and bit her lips. When she was short of breath, he opened her teeth and kissed her deeply as he wished.
She was still dazed by his words, without any sign of struggle, and condoned his wanton movements.
His hand stroked her waist lightly, and the breath between his lips moved, all the way down to her neck, which was slightly shrunk because she was afraid of itching, the greasy white skin stimulated his senses even more. Compared with the past when he could only sneak in while she was not paying attention, this time he deliberately and recklessly occupied this land, and the thought of this made him feel unspeakably excited.
But she suddenly came back to her senses, resisted his intrusion, and asked persistently, "When?"
"..."
Shao Yifeng sighed, there was nothing he could do with her, he touched her forehead with his forehead, protested, and said deliberately: "Just when you promised to 'have an affair' with me..."
Even if her personality and thoughts longed for a new world, it was a moral boundary after all, and he never thought that she would really be willing.
So after the initial uncontrollable excitement, he began to look for clues of her change. And when he learned the truth, he sincerely felt admiration for her.
Mi Xi's friendship with her is naturally not pure. Even if the other party behaves harmless to humans and animals, her posture of walking around the world makes him feel unspeakably disobedient. He once thought that Wen Ying was deceived by the other party's rhetoric, but after admonishing her, he did not intervene further, after all, she has her own right to make friends.
It wasn't until he saw the divorce agreement that his father insisted on not signing was lying quietly in her drawer that he realized that she not only saw clearly, but also thought clearly.
Since she doesn't like her father, why should she care about the women around him? So she never minded Mi Xi calling herself her friend, and when she thought the time was right, she used Mi Xi's influence on Shao Getian to achieve her goal.
"Our locks are really good." He lowered his head, rubbed the tip of her nose lightly, and kissed her again. He couldn't bear her treating him with a clear mind, and only made the atmosphere more ambiguous.
She was like a ball of flour, he was vigorously rubbing her into the soft quilt, the buttons of the delicate cheongsam were unbuttoned, her hair was disheveled, her neck was thrown back lightly, her face was flushed, her appearance was very seductive. people.
Wen Ying let out a soft "huh", and when his strength in rubbing his waist became stronger, his breathing became slightly chaotic, "It still doesn't work..."
"Why?" After being interrupted several times, the man's patience was about to run out, and his wolf-like eyes fixed on her viciously.
However, she said: "...I'm not feeling well." He had no choice but to suspend his heart, fearing that he might be weighing her down, he backed away a little.
"Where does it hurt?"
She stretched out her arm to show him, it was like snow, and it was full of little spots after being stimulated, "It's bumpy."
He froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" She thumped his shoulder, looking at him dissatisfied, "Don't laugh!"
"I'm not smiling, I'm happy."
"...I'm not feeling well, are you still happy?"
"Fool, I suddenly feel lucky to have Mi Xi. Thanks to her, my father can't see you." He kissed her arm with a low smile, feeling the slight trembling of the person under him. Like, "You're not uncomfortable, you just like me treating you like this..."
Wen Ying bit her lip and endured his stormy attack, but she still didn't forget to murmur at him: "Shameless..."
Shao Yifeng felt willing to be scolded. She didn't understand anything, so she had to let him teach her.
Fortunately, the night was still long and they had plenty of time.
The next day, when Wen Ying woke up, the room was already tidy. The clothes thrown all over the floor last night were gone, and he even tore a hole in her cheongsam by mistake, and he vaguely heard him say that it would be better to pay for another one. She reached out to touch the pillow, and there was a set of clothes stacked there. It was the dress she usually wore, and he thought he picked it out for her from the closet.
She stretched, unconsciously stretching the tendons of her body, and let out a "huh" in pain.
When she first started doing the task, she thought that a similar situation would happen, and she was already prepared in her heart, and now she is going with the flow and it will happen naturally.
When she was a student, she had a few love affairs. On the one hand, she was naturally moved, and on the other hand, she thought that she could use this to figure out the emotional drama. Her boyfriend probably couldn't accept that his status in her heart was far inferior to her love for acting. Ended with a breakup.
Being with Shao Yifeng, she just regarded it as another love after such a long time, except that the date and date of the love was someone she had never thought of, and the positioning of the role was very difficult to fathom.
Just as she was lying on the bed, not bothering to move a finger, jumping over her love brain, and thinking about how to kill the gang boss of Mi Xi's family, there was a knock on the door suddenly.
"who?"
"Mother."
"Little Tiger? Wait..." She endured the discomfort and sat up and put on her clothes, and then opened the door, "Why are you here?"
"My mother didn't go downstairs to eat, so I came up and called."
Shao Tingyu simply explained that he had doubts about her behavior of not opening the door for a long time, and looked over her shoulder to the room.
The velvet curtains in the room have been pulled back, the glass windows are open, and a breeze is blowing in. Except that the quilt in the room was lifted from a corner, showing that she got up in a hurry, the rest of the things were neatly arranged, as if someone had cleaned them early in the morning.
A blush suddenly appeared on Wen Ying's face, she turned her eyes away, and coughed lightly: "I feel a little uncomfortable, Xiaohu eat first, I'll come later."
The way she blushed made him feel uneasy, just like the scene he met in the restaurant at that time, Shao Yifeng described her as being flirtatious with her, and when he sat down, he saw her flushed face similar to now. He felt very uncomfortable. Why did she show such a gentle expression to others
He lowered his voice, but what he said always carried an overbearing aura that no one could refuse.
"I'm waiting for mother here."
Wen Ying wasn't overwhelmed by the momentum, but she seldom refused his requests, so she gave him a helpless smile, "Okay, you pick a place to sit, and I'll be ready soon." Saying that, she entered the bathroom.
When she was washing up, she looked at the big mirror in the bathroom. She was wearing a long dress with a beautiful gown that fell to her knees, and she was wearing long trousers inside. Her feet fell from her neck, and her arms on both sides were tightly covered. , even if there are traces left, they are all hidden.
She let go of her heart, and walked out, saying: "I'm fine, Xiaohu, we..."
All the words came to an abrupt end when he saw what Shao Tingyu was holding in his hand, and he couldn't spit it out.
The sun shines in, and the golden cuffs in his hands are shining under the light. Shao Tingyu never uses this kind of flamboyant color. He even rarely wears shirts. He doesn't like clothes full of shackles in every move, even in winter. He doesn't feel cold even in a single vest.
Shao Tingyu turned around, "I found it on the floor of the room, mother..."
"Probably it fell when Yifeng came someday." She coughed lightly, with a twisted expression, remembering that she accidentally tore it off yesterday. There was a carpet on the floor, and it got stuck in it. I didn't find it when I picked up the clothes.
While talking, Shao Tingyu had already walked to her from the other side of the bed.
His pupils, which were larger than those of others, were dark. When he stared at her, she felt a creepy sense of fear, and almost immediately her hairs stood on end. This is a person's instinctive reaction when they are in danger.
He lowered his head suddenly and sniffed lightly on her neck, even rubbing the tip of his nose against her skin, making people tremble involuntarily. Then, as if he smelled something that was enough for him to confirm, his eyes dimmed, his messy hair hung down on his forehead, and his expression unconsciously revealed a ruthless expression.
"lie!"