This is clearly a request for intimacy.
Que Qingyan stared at Lin Mian with downcast eyes, the light cast a thin shadow on the deep eye contours. His eyes moved from the tips of his ears to her bright red lips, and then fell down.
Lin Mian was still wearing his suit jacket, and the white and reddish neck was lined with black material. The straight suit was loosened on her body, and her voice sounded obedient as if she had just woken up.
The whole person is as soft as if it has just been fished out of the water, and can let anyone get what they want.
In other words, this kind of soft attitude is more like a tentative approach, always trying to cross the line that Que Qingyan restrained, and the flirting unconsciously carried a bit of provocation.
There is no reason not to respond.
Lin Mian was nervous and shy, and it was her limit to be able to say these words. She thought silently in her heart, if she couldn't kiss Que Qingyan, then a hug would be fine...
Halfway through thinking, Lin Mian heard Que Qing say: "I have taken on many lawsuits." After a pause, he continued in a low voice, "Whether it is a difficult case or not, the interests of the parties are very important to me. "
The conversation suddenly turned to the lawsuit. Lin Mian raised her eyes in a daze and looked at Que Qingyan. She couldn't understand why, and her expression was a little confused. The latter narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said, "So if you don't say what you want, I don't know how to teach you."
Lin Mian's ears trembled: "I..."
"I promised that no matter what request you ask, I will satisfy it." Lin Mian's hand subconsciously grasped the corner of the coat, Que Qingyan took her hand, caressed it between her soft fingers, the end sounded a low smile Yi, calmly said, "Tell me, what do you want me to teach you?"
Lin Mian slowly understood.
Her face was so hot that shrimp could be boiled, and she couldn't speak a word, she almost put the suit on her head over her head.
Did he, he, want her to say it herself, and wanted him to kiss her? ! !
A short distance away, Lin Mian had a red face and one hand was still being held by Que Qingyan. He stroked her slightly sweaty palm with his fingertips, with neither light nor heavy force, as if guiding and persuasive.
She couldn't say it, but wanted to be intimate with him.
"If you don't tell me what you want, I won't be able to grasp the level of teaching." Que Qingyan didn't seem to notice Lin Mian's embarrassment, and continued to ask, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Lin Mian froze for a moment, then retorted in a low voice, "Why would I be afraid—"
The following words stopped abruptly.
The degree of poor grasp of teaching means...
Lin Mian digested the meaning of the first half of the sentence little by little, and came to his senses.
At this moment, the two were at the door of the bedroom. Although they were close, Que Qingyan did not step in. He stopped at the edge of the door along the boundary line, turned his back on the light of the living room, looked calm and dignified, and waited for Lin Mian to speak.
The ambiguous ambiguity is the most annoying. Lin Mian's ears were burning hot, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He stretched out his hand a little bit and gently grabbed the corner of Que Qingyan's shirt, wanting to stand on tiptoe and move closer.
Before he could move, the hand holding the shirt was clasped.
Lin Mian's heart sank slightly, Qi Qiran raised his eyes to look at Que Qingyan, his eyes were filled with grievances of desire and dissatisfaction.
He won't let her kiss.
Lin Mian was still depressed, when Que Qingyan glanced down at the button of his shirt and asked with a smile, "You want me to teach you this?"
The next moment, Lin Mian's hands were covered by his slender fingers, they were pulled upwards, and touched the cold shirt collar button. In a daze, Que Qingyan had already half-fastened her hand and undid the first button.
"..." Lin Mian stared blankly at his unbuttoned button for a few seconds, the consciousness in his head collapsed suddenly, and whispered for a while, "Que Qing..."
Lin Mian's hand was still being held down, and Que Qingyan held her hand. His free fingertips pressed against the edge of the button, and he unbuttoned the second button of his shirt naturally.
In a real sense, Lin Mian did not undo the buttons.
But the current situation... It's almost no different from her unbuttoning him.
Que Qingyan had already undone two of his shirt buttons, barely revealing the collarbone at the neckline. The room was brightly lit, and through the shirt, he could vaguely see his beautiful muscle lines down from the collarbone.
The timing was wrong, the occasion was wrong, and the atmosphere was too ambiguous.
The call in the afternoon, and the intentional intimacy at night, Que Qingyan was not unresponsive. He understood that Lin Mian might want a kiss, or maybe just a hug, but at this moment, he looked down at the blushing person, felt the slightly trembling hands of the other person, and wanted to restrain his self-control for the first time , cross the line to do something from the heart.
Before the scene completely got out of control, Lin Mian heard Que Qingyan ask, "Didn't you teach this?"
"..." The third button of the shirt was unbuttoned. Lin Mian was dazzled by the sight, blushing so overwhelmed, and his heart beating like a drum. My mind was blank for a long time, and I followed the road, "Yes..."
Of course Lin Mian knew what would happen next if he didn't make a sound to stop him.
But not only did she not deny it, she even admitted it with overwhelming shame.
Que Qingyan didn't expect that Lin Mian would really obey, he paused for a moment, then let go of her hand, concentrating and laughing.
Lin Mian finally regained his composure, and suddenly realized that she seemed to be in front of him again...
"When a person is lying," Que Qingyan leaned over and looked at Lin Mian, took her hand and moved it from the palm to the inside of the wrist, slowly stroking the small piece of skin with his fingertips, teaching her, "the pulse will speed up. "
Then, warm fingers touched Lin Mian's neck, and continued: "The body temperature will rise."
The two got closer, and reached the distance where they smelled each other: "The breathing will also be short."
Que Qingyan's tone was low and gentle, not like the usual coldness, but rather provocative.
Afterwards, Lin Mian didn't listen to a word, and all his attention was on the other party's touch. Intentionally or unintentionally, he touched inch by inch, and the gentleman's touch was instantly withdrawn, leaving behind a burst of uncontrollable itchiness.
Que Qingyan's eyes were dark, and he added: "There are other reasons for this."
"Que Qingyan," Lin Mian finally choked out a sentence, his eyes were wet, with a hint of pity, and he looked like he was about to cry. She finally confessed in a low voice, "I... I want you to kiss me."
As soon as the words fell, Lin Mian's waist tightened, and the other party grabbed his waist and embraced him.
Without restraint like asceticism, this kiss seemed to be stripped of the usual calm and introverted, with a bit of obvious desire. Que Qingyan's slender fingers brushed against Lin Mian's burning ears, brushed the loose black hair behind her ears, stroked the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.
Lin Mian was still wearing a suit, and the jacket slipped to the ground with an unexpected movement. Through the thin pajamas, the soft skin around her waist was pressed against the other's palm, and she raised her head to respond to the kiss, her heart beating more and more violently.
too…
Before she could think about it, Que Qingyan's lips moved back a little.
Lin Mian held her breath for so long, grabbed the corner of Que Qingyan's shirt, and just wanted to take a silent breath with her blushing face, when she felt his breath come down from the corner of her lips to the side of her neck in a trance.
Lin Mian, who had just regained some sobriety, suddenly curled up his fingers, and his mind was completely empty.
At the same time, the cell phone that was thrown on the bed in the bedroom vibrated suddenly.
"..." After a moment of silence, Lin Mian gripped his shirt tightly in annoyance, and asked in a low voice, "Just pretend...just pretend you didn't hear, okay?"
Before the word "good" was finished, the doorbell rang just in time.
Lin Mian: "..."