Jam on the brakes!

The man was silent for a moment, and then looked at her, "In the middle of the night, you can fight hard enough to hook up on the mid-mountain highway!"

"Yes," Qingge said in a soft tone, defiantly, "Do you want to go?"

He turned on the headlights, she couldn't hide under the light, he teased her chin ambiguously to see, "How is the figure? ”

Song Qingge had to admit that although his face was a little cold, he looked very good. She unbuttoned her coat, the small slip dress with a deep V-neckline, "36D, are you still satisfied?"

The car stopped at the big hotel at the foot of the mountain, and she followed him into the room.

"Let's go soak for a while," he said, nonchalantly as he pushed open the bathroom door, "I don't want to cling to a piece of ice." ”

The bathtub in the suite was huge, like a mini pool, and it was warm and comfortable to lie in.

The mist was misty, blurring Song Qingge's eyes, she was lying on the edge of the bathtub, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window of the bathroom, the highest lights on the mountain were Luo Shichen's house.

The water level in the bathtub had risen, and before she could come to her senses, the man had already come up from his arms, bowed his head and kissed her neck, his hands were not idle, and his low voice was seductively sexy, "That's right, 36D." ”

Never been so intimate with a man, Song Qingge trembled lightly, wanting to push him away.

He bit her earlobe carefully, making her powerless to resist, "What's your name?"

In the half-mountain villa, Luo Shichen should have hugged Dong Congshan several times, she turned around and hugged him, "Don't ask me who I am." She can't do anything to save the Song family, but she has the right to decide on her own body, and at this moment, all she needs is warmth before the storm.

She kissed him, but unexpectedly he was turned against him, and the kiss was dizzy, only listening to his contemptuous voice, "The woman who took the initiative to send it to the door is very cheap." ”

His movements are not gentle at all, even, a little ruthless. But she has already ignored it, the bathtub, hot water, and him, have already created a very warm atmosphere for her, the body's honest reaction can't deceive people, as long as she can relax, who does he care?

"You don't ask, who am I?" he bit her neck.

It's itchy, she chuckles, "Does it matter?" There was a mist under his eyes, and his face was a little blurry, but it was very good-looking. yes, as long as it makes her happy, it doesn't matter who it is.

temperature, rising.

Ambiguous, escalated.

He hugged her, and his cold eyes softened for a moment, "If you don't want to, stop it." ”

Song Qingge pursed her lips and sneered: "It's all like this, do you think you can still be Yanagi Hui......?" You can't do it at all?"

She just wants to find a man to spend the night, this night, so that she can forget herself for a while, forget her troubles, and have a short period of happiness.

"I can't?" his eyes burned with predation.

She thought that this man must have been through a lot of battles and was a master flirt. It's okay that she won't have too much pain.

But then the pain made Song Qingge's eyebrows twisted.

"Where?" he frowned.

She hugged him tightly and let it go, understatement: "Not anymore." ”

He didn't pity the fragrance anymore.

In fact, there is no need for him to pity Xiangyu, after all, they are just strangers, and tonight, it is just a chance encounter.

In the bathtub, a faint red color disappeared in the water.

Eat dry and wipe clean!

Admittedly, he was very experienced, and apart from the discomfort at first, she was happy in the process.

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Maybe it was because she was too burdened, even though this happiness exhausted her strength, she still slept lightly. She woke up when it was dark outside the window.

Song Qingge's body seemed to have been crushed by a wheel, falling apart, unable to move, and the pain somewhere reminded her of last night's happiness.

Her chaotic thoughts woke up, and the man next to her was sleeping soundly, and at this time, his face was less cold and more quiet and peaceful, like a child, not at all as predatory as last night.

She forced herself to get up, found her clothes, and put them on one by one, her body was sore, sore and tired, she was too presumptuous last night, and she ended up greedy.

Her heels were on the carpet without making a sound, and she didn't even look back at him as she left the room.

Now that the day is dawning, each to his own way.

Last night's events, like a dream, will eventually disappear, and she will not remember.

After five o'clock in the morning, the light rain was still dripping, the sky was still gray, it seemed, it was still far from dawn, outside the hotel, there was a taxi parked, she sat on, she had to go home first to change her clothes, and then go to face the coming storm.

Yes, it was a storm, Song went bankrupt and she was saddled with huge debts.

And she, with a weak body, is powerless.

But she still has to face it, doesn't she?