Ye Qianqian was startled and dodged backwards, but he had already held her in his arms and started to bite her.
"Hmm... Hmm..."
Ye Qianqian struggled with some resistance, but Shen Zhilie held her firmly and threw her onto the bed in a moment.
"You..." Ye Qianqian just had a chance to speak, but before she could say a word, she was blocked again.
Shen Zhilie's upper body was smooth, his legs spread apart and he pressed her down, kissing her neck passionately.
Ye Qianqian raised her face and gasped, unable to bear the pressure.
She put her hand on his back, patted him and said, "You... your parents are out, it's not good..."
Shen Zhilie pressed his lips against her jaw, sucking gently as he mumbled, "They won't come in."
Ye Qianqian rubbed his hair with her hands, her breathing became a little unstable, and she said, "Let's take a shower!"
"I don't dislike you," Shen Zhilie unbuttoned her underwear through her skirt while speaking, "It doesn't matter how long you haven't washed it."
"Bah, I despise you!"
"It's too late to dislike me. You can't get rid of me." Shen Zhilie's voice was low and hoarse. He leaned over her ear and his warm breath fanned her neck.
Ye Qianqian was so sensitive that her whole body was trembling, but she was also enjoying it so much that she almost flew into the air.
His slightly rough hands touched her clothes, and Shen Zhilie couldn't wait to hold her down.
Ye Qianqian felt his presence, her cheeks flushed, and her heart beat rapidly.
This happened in his house. If his family found out, would they think she was slutty
Shen Zhilie seemed to be unaware of this. He unzipped the long skirt on her back and slowly pulled it off her shoulders.
The snow-white skin is exposed, which makes people's blood boil.
'Button'
There's a knock on the door.
Shen Zhilie paused, and Ye Qianqian's body froze.
The two of them looked towards the door at the same time, and Ye Qianqian was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out.
Pushing him away, Ye Qianqian stood up and pulled her clothes into place.
Shen Zhilie shouted in dissatisfaction: "Who is it?"
"Your grandma!"
Ye Qianqian almost laughed out loud after hearing such a powerful roar.
Why does this sound like an insult
Shen Zhilie saw Ye Qianqian's expression and bit her mouth in dissatisfaction. Then he slowly straightened his trousers and walked towards the door.
Ye Qianqian hid herself and fastened her underwear and skirt.
Shen Zhilie had already opened the door, and Old Lady Shen was standing at the door with a grim look on her face.
Shen Zhilie was determined. He looked at the old lady, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Grandma, what's wrong?"
"And the girl?"
"In there, what's wrong?" Shen Zhilie had a bad feeling in his heart.
Ye Qianqian did the same and walked forward.
When Mrs. Shen saw her, she immediately came forward and held Ye Qianqian's hand.
This happened suddenly, and Ye Qianqian was startled and exclaimed, "Grandma, what happened?"
Shen Zhilie quickly pulled Ye Qianqian back and said, "Grandma, what are you doing?"
"Let me see your hand again."
Ye Qianqian felt uneasy and stretched out her hand.
"Men on the left and women on the right. Show me your right hand."
Ye Qianqian's heart beat faster and she stretched out her right hand.
Shen Zhilie frowned, unhappily pulling Ye Qianqian's hand back, and said, "Grandma, I've told you so many times not to believe in such superstitious things. What have you heard?"
"What do you mean I heard it again? What do you mean by superstition? How can the fortune-telling method passed down by our ancestors be superstition?"
(End of this chapter)