Chapter Ninety-Two: Enough Play, It's My Turn

His tall body was like a mountain blocking the sunlight seeping through the window, leaving a gloomy shadow on her bed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A burst of thunder flashed on Shen Dunian's head, slashing her inside and out.

Jun Yiqing's upper body was still wearing the extremely coquettish nightgown, but there was a pair of shiny leather shoes on her feet, and her slender and slender fingers stretched out and landed firmly on Shen Dunian's side.

On his cold countenance, his narrow eyes were covered with coldness, and his lips were frozen: "Explain, what is that?"

Shen Dunian's pure black eyes turned, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile: "This is the Taishi chair, my father's favorite in front of him, this, the table, but this is not an ordinary table, this ......"

Before her words fell, she saw Jun Yiqing walking down from the bed and approaching her.

His body shrunk, his back against the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

No matter what she thought, she didn't expect that Jun Yiqing could flip from the upstairs to her window, is he Lei Zhenzi?

"That's what I'm asking?" Jun Yiqing's slender legs lifted.

The Taishi chair, which was blocking between the table and the bed, was kicked out and hit the wall next to it, and his legs were lame.

His momentum seemed to be not kicked on the chair but kicked Shen Dunian's body, Shen Dunian's body suddenly stiffened, and his heart beat violently because of the sound of the door.

DuangDuangDuang……

There was a feeling of breaking through his chest and flying out, Jun Yiqing's body was covered with an unparalleled deterrent, Shen Dunian had never been afraid of anyone since he was a child, but he was a little afraid of him.

He was uncertain, brutal and domineering, and it was like playing with her, and she wasn't stupid enough to challenge easily.

"That's it, feet...... Does it hurt? Shen Dunian froze, his slightly trembling fingertips cautiously pointing at his blind leather shoes.

Jun Yiqing laughed angrily, snorted coldly from his nose, and said arrogantly: "Shen Dunian, have you had enough?"

"That's enough!" Shen Wannian's two hands immediately stretched out to the side of his shoulders, his small palms swayed up and down, with a shallow smile on his face: "I'm just teasing you...... Life...... It's got to be a little fun, isn't it......"

Jun Yiqing stood in front of her condescendingly, Jun's face was still covered with that layer of haze, and his chin lowered slightly: "Yes." ”

Shen Dunian's eyes curved even more, she pulled the corners of her lips, and before she could open her lips, she heard his evil faint opening of her lips: "You've had enough, it's my turn." ”

It was like taking 800 sticks of hyaluronic acid, and Shen Wannian's smiling expression slowly stiffened, so that it was a little distorted at the end: "What?"

Jun Yiqing's slender arm stretched out, pinched her chin with one hand, forcibly pinned her face to the side, and lifted her body against the wall with one hand around her waist, pressing her hot body up.

"Didn't you hear clearly?" his handsome face lowered, his thin lips pressed to her ear, and his burning breath sprayed unscrupulously on her earlobe, as if punishing, and bit her earlobe.

Shen Dunian snorted in pain, turned her face and glared at him fiercely, she was now completely in a very humiliating posture by him against the wall, this posture, as if to force her.

Every day without the eldest aunt, Shen Dunian is alive and scared, and now, there is only one way to go.

"My feet hurt. Shen Dunian wrinkled his brows, pitifully met the black eyes that were close at hand, and said softly: "Otherwise, this account will be calculated after my injuries have healed, how about it?"

Jun Yiqing's gaze slid along her face to her twin peaks, swept over the legs of the two of them, and landed on her ankles: "I touched your feet?"

Shen Dunian: "......"