Xiang Lan did not leave immediately after sending Yan back.

Duplex apartment, simple and straightforward structure. Woad Lan looked at it, it was much cleaner and neater than last time, and a smile seemed to be satisfied on her lips.

Yan watched silently as he walked around the bed.

It was dusk, but one of the walls of the apartment was all glass, so the apartment was still bright. Woad pulled the curtain down, and the light was only mottled. He took off his coat and sat on the bed wearing only a white T and white socks. The dappled light shone on him in the faint night, making him look more and more clean and slender.

The house is very quiet.

Yan knew that he must be tired and tired, so he said softly, "Will you lie down for a while?" turned around and took out a new set of bedding in the wardrobe to lay out.

Woad Lan took her hand and said a little tiredly, "Don't change." Then he lay down, his face half-buried in the pillow, and said no more.

His hands were cold, like his cold nature.

Yan's heart hurt slightly, how much was he hiding......

The two of them just lay down on the bed, closed their eyes to each other, and neither of them spoke. Yan lowered his eyes and thought, this rich family is really deep. The boudoir didn't look at it, but it saw that the atmosphere of the family was not quite right. The surface looks like the moon reflected in a puddle of water, poke it, and the waves are not alarmed. In fact, I don't know what is hidden.

Siou Lan suddenly turned over and held Yan in his arms, and the two of them were nose to nose, breathing against each other. Yan's heart was beating so fast that his hands had nowhere to put them, and they rested between the chests of the two of them.

After a while, Wo Lan seemed to fall asleep, and the sound of gentle breathing and the faint scent of pine and cypress on her body beat on Yan's chest. She raised her eyes and stared at his facial features, as if she was looking at a peerless treasure, pious and sincere.

His closed eyes have long eyelashes, and half of his face is extremely clean.

The literary quality is polite, few words, and the appearance is delicate and slightly charming, but the behavior is unassuming, and the demeanor is harmonious. I'm afraid it's the kind of man in front of me.

A large ball-like white gauze floor lamp next to the bed, about a meter in diameter, like a moonlight, emitted a hazy light, shining on the two of them.

"It's late at night, go back quickly. Yan's voice was soft, and he raised his eyes to look at Wolan's sleepy face.

Woad Lan opened her eyes and looked at the window that shone in a hazy light. His cold hand touched Yan's wrist and said, "Don't go." ”

"Huh?" Yan bounced, was silent for a moment, and said, "You go back quickly, otherwise Zhang Liang will not be able to come towards me with a big knife." ”

She was right.

"How?"

"I'm so scared of him. ”

"Yes," said Wolan, tilting her head slightly, leaning on one of her arms, and asked repeatedly, "I'm leaving?"

Yan was burned by this sentence.

In this dim light, he has the beauty of an oil painting.

Damn it.

Yan's heart was broken.

With such a posture, how can she sit still and not be chaotic? She is really not a lady's material.

It doesn't matter if he is a human or a demon, if he loves it, he loves it. It doesn't matter if it's the glittering Liu Gongzi on the stage, the cold and arrogant boss, or Xu Jiajia's boyfriend!

In the end, as soon as he gritted his teeth, he lay down on his own again, without saying a word, and took the initiative to get into the arms of Wolan.

Shead looked at her for a moment, smiled like a spring breeze, lowered her head, and kissed her on the cheek.

The defense line that the Yan clan had managed to hold on to collapsed.

He shifted his position, kissed her lightly on her snow-white cheeks again, and then raised his head unnaturally, his eyes did not dare to look directly at Yan, and his face suddenly flushed unnaturally.

He tilted his head to the side and sneezed.

Yan suddenly grabbed his cool right hand and pressed it on his chest. The vigorous and vital heat of her body passed through the thin fabric, with the touch of the delicate and gentle curves of a young woman.

He breathed for a moment, and finally he leaned down, put his left hand on her pillow, and kissed her neck.

She jerked over and crushed the woad under her.

She tugged at his beautiful eyes, her lips were so close to him, and she said in a low voice, "Why are you so cold, do ......you have a cold?"

Her toes hooked his trouser legs, and soon her skin was ironing his body. He seemed unwilling to be in a passive position, and quickly turned over and suppressed her.

Night is falling, and desire/hope is about to move.

Two young hearts, hearts of love, are closer because of the night.

Afterward, he lay down on the bed with her on his side. As soon as he moved, she hugged him again and shivered. He didn't move, burying his head in her long, thick, slightly damp hair, sniffing her unique scent.

Yan turned to his side, looking at Wo Lan with watery eyes.

"Don't you have a good relationship with the chairman?"

Her voice was light and emotional.

Xiang Lan was stunned, looked at her fixedly, and after a while, a slightly hoarse voice replied: "The chairman is the chairman after all." ”

As soon as Yan heard it, he knew what it meant. is very much like the prince in the feudal dynasty, first the minister, then the son.

"Your mother is so good-looking, you look like her. She burrowed into his arms even harder, trying to be one with him.

"Did he really ask when you would marry me?"

Hearing this, Xianglan hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled, reached out to clasp her waist, and also took her into her arms, brushed the long hair from her ears with her right hand, pressed it to her furry ear and whispered, "I want to move in with you." ”

Yan Shi was so sweetened by this sentence that his ears were hot.

"Hmmm......"