Tang Yong looked at her deliberately controlling zhì, but she still showed a fearful look in her eyes, upset and irritable. He stared at her face, not knowing what he was thinking, his face became more and more gloomy, and his hand not only did not let go, but locked it tighter.

Xia Fanjin's wrist was in even more intense pain, and she raised her eyes and crashed into his dark eyes, which were as deep as a thousand-year-old well, reflecting her pale and sharp little face.

His harsh words in the car still linger in his ears.

Xia Fanjin didn't start, and said with a calm face: "You let go of me." ”

In response to her, Tang Yong's rough movements were directly over her face with his hand, and the tiger's mouth was executed against her jaw.

Xia Fanjin frowned in pain, twisted his body and struggled.

The tightly fitting fabric made a noise between the frictions, and apart from his heavy gasps, the heartbeats of both seemed to be clear.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, gloomy and cold, the anger just now seemed to be between his eyebrows, his sword eyebrows were tightly twisted, and under the high bridge of his nose, a pair of thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

Xia Fanjin's eyes fell on his thin lips, and two words flashed in his mind, thin lips, ruthless.

And suddenly, a pair of lips that were still carrying a cold breath pressed up, sweeping and crushing her soft lips.

Xia Fanjin didn't react for a while, and his pupils gradually dilated.

When she held her breath and came to her senses, she pushed him away and looked at his chiseled face in astonishment.

Tang Ji propped one hand on the side of her ear, and the other hand controlled her head, looked at her deeply for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and grabbed her tongue again.

still didn't give her any time to think, domineering, brutally attacked her mouth, lips and teeth entangled. His thin lips were like suckers, curling the tip of her tongue, sucking and teasing hard.

And the last second he flashed his expression when he sneered at her, and this second his legs were weak, and he couldn't raise his hand to resist him.

Obviously, she didn't want to, but in the face of his intimate and domineering behavior, she didn't reject and disgust, on the contrary, a sense of excitement arose from a cell somewhere in her body, and then it was transmitted to every nerve in her.

There was a feeling of enjoyment.

Enjoy?

These two words suddenly came to her mind, and she hurriedly pushed his face away like an electric shock.

Tang Yong looked at Xia Fanjin nearby, his face was no longer pale, dyed with a faint crimson, and his red lips were rippling. The breathing at the tip of his nose became heavier, and his hands clenched into fists.

The two looked at each other silently, and Xia Fanjin's heartbeat continued to come from their chests.

Tang Yong's pupils shrank, tightly locking her face, Xia Fanjin's mouth was dry, and his eyes were like that, without saying a word, she felt a kind of embarrassment and uneasiness that everything she thought was spied on.

The hand stroking her face moved down, hooked her waist, tightened the hand, lifted her up, and when his lips were about to come down again, Xia Fanjin took advantage of his slight relaxation, the force under his feet, and the strength in his hand pushed him away, and his dexterous body flashed, rolled under his strong long arm supported on the sofa, and fell on the carpet under the sofa.

Xia Fanjin hurriedly got up, just like Tang Yong would pull her collar and drag her back a second later, picked up his bag and ran upstairs in the wilderness.

Halfway through, I almost stepped on the air because I was too anxious, and I stumbled for a while.

Entering the room, closing the door and locking it, Xia Fanjin leaned against the door panel, her heart suddenly jumped, she faced the dark room, her hand touched her waistline, as if Tang Yong's hand on her waist was still rubbing back and forth with her fingertips through the fabric......

Xia Fanjin's hand shrank suddenly, turned on the light, opened the trolley box, and packed all his clothes into it, leaving only the haute couture spring clothes that Tang Yong had placed in this room before and occupied half of the wardrobe.

[One change after twelve o'clock, add more to give me some enthusiasm]