"Hahahaha......" Warm and elegant self-esteem, shameful and indignant, pleasing Si Yiyan, he couldn't help laughing, the clear voice, strangely good, just like the sound of the guqin playing, there is a loose and distant charm.

Si Yiyan rarely laughed heartily like this, and his deep and elegant voice stirred his eardrums, which seemed to knock on the tip of his heart, making Wen Ya's heart tremble, and he felt more and more embarrassed, and had an urge to escape.

However, before her mind could be put into action, Si Bianyan had already seen through her heart, and her body instantly overturned, half-pressing her under her, and imprisoning her whole person between her chest and the big bed.

At this time, Wen Wenya was more or less weak-hearted and a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but push him: "You...... Let me go! ”

Thinking of the stupid thing she did before, Wen Wenya couldn't help but be a little timid, and she didn't know how to face him.

Si Yiyan forcibly imprisoned her hands on top of her head: "Baby, you have rejected me too many times today, do you think...... Will I give you another chance to reject me? ”

His tone is very slow, but his tone is very deep, very heavy, the words are round, chewing the words, spitting out word by word, with fierceness, with cold hardness, giving people a sense of danger.

Wen Ya's breathing instantly intensified, his chest was slightly suffocated, and he subconsciously struggled with his hand that was imprisoned above his head, his mouth was dry and irritable, and his voice was low: "You hurt me!" ”

She softened her tone, her delicate and glutinous voice, soft and fluffy tone, sweet and greasy tone, and a long tail note with a coquettish taste, showing her weak posture to the fullest, and disguised herself as no threat.

Si Yiyan gently picked up the white and purple striped tie next to the bed, and the dark light in her narrow and beautiful eyes surged: "Baby, you asked for it." ”

She brought it on herself—

On his birthday, she showed him her extremely prosperous and scorching temptation, arranged a romantic and gorgeous, surprise birthday program, and gave him such a birthday gift that was extremely interesting and suggestive.

Let the dark desire boiling in his heart be suppressed again and again, like a rising dark tide, wanting to flow, when the time comes, it will be like an overwhelming trend, majestic, scorching and rushing!

The purple and white tie in his hand was specially picked out by her when she went to the CC shop for Si Yiyan, and when Si Yiyan went out today, she was also like a little wife, on tiptoe, and personally tied it for him, she still remembered that when Si Yiyan tied this collar, there was an indescribably expensive and strong aura, which once amazed her.

However, at this time, looking at his bony and slender fingers, gently picking at the tie, she couldn't help but panic: "Si Yiyan, I was wrong, am I wrong?" ”

His eyes were red, with tears, and his voice was consciously crying, and his pitiful appearance was pitiful.

"It's late! If you reject me, you will be punished. With that, he let go of the hand that was holding Wen Wenya's wrist, but before Wen Wen Ya could react, the tie had already wrapped around her wrist and tied her wrist to the bedpost.

The restraints that are not loose or tight will not hurt him, but it will also make her unable to break free.

"Don't ......" Wen Wenya couldn't help but struggle sadly, but he tied it too tightly, and the struggle was only in vain, but it made the delicate skin on her wrist a little hot and painful when the tie rubbed it.

Si Yiyan said in a low voice: "Don't move, be careful of hurting yourself." ”

Wen Wenya had to give up struggling, looking at him with teary eyes, her eyes begging: "I'm obedient, don't tie me up, I hurt ......"

She was really unaccustomed to being restrained like this by Si Yiyan, her hands lost their freedom, as if the whole person had become particularly helpless, and she felt that she had become powerless for a moment.

She didn't know how tempting her delicate and pitying appearance was.

Si Yiyan's body was half-hung above her, imprisoning her under her with the momentum of a dragon and a tiger, and her body was still wearing the previous scorching white dress, scorching white, spread out on the bed, and the skirts that were originally piled together were scattered in all directions, like a flower blooming on her body.

Her exposed skin and the burning white of Tu Lu complement each other, like Qiong Yao's crystalline, smooth and shiny, and the black velvet under her body forms an extreme, opposing strong visual impact.

There is an extremely white, extremely glamorous demon rule!

Extremely dark, extremely mysterious!

In particular, the hands bound to the bedpost give people a visual stimulation of "do whatever you want", and it is even more difficult to help yourself.

Si Yiyan breathed heavily and slowly lowered his body: "Good, let me eat enough, let you go!" ”

After speaking, Si Yiyan stretched out a hand, gently cushioned her head, and reached out to pluck the crystal clear, smooth and smooth hosta in her hair.

In an instant, her head was full of silky green silk, and the silky touch was like fine satin, spread out on the bright black velvet satin, almost blending in with the color of the sheets.

Wen Wenya suddenly panicked, and the skin between her wrists was slightly tingling because of Fang Cai's struggle: "Don't, you let go of me, my hand hurts......"

However, Si Yiyan had already been crazy about her.

A burning kiss fell on her lips, on her neck, on her chest—

The slightly calloused and slightly rough palm wandered over her body—

Because of being bound, Wen Wenya was helpless to the extreme, and always subconsciously wanted to struggle, but as soon as she struggled, her wrist stabbed, and she felt that the tie bound between her wrists was getting tighter and tighter, and her senses were becoming more and more acute.

Crying like pear blossoms with rain, begonias with dew, the more delicate they look: "Woo woo woo, Si Yiyan, you big villain, villain, villain......"

Si Yiyan couldn't hold it for a while, and sank his body.

Wen Wenya cried even more, because she was restrained, whether it was physical or psychological, there was a sense of struggle, rebellion, smooth calves, and random kicking in the air.

If she had hands now, the sharp nails would have beckoned to his back, drawing blood marks on his back before she would give up.

However, there are no ifs in this world.

"Qin Li is the most suitable for new rain, and the delicate is all when it is about to open." Si Yiyan looked at her crying with a beautiful posture, the corners of her eyes were thin and charming, and her cheeks were delicate and bright, which was indescribably moving.

"You're bad, you're bad, you're bad......" Wen Wenya cried while burping.

But I don't know how coquettish the voice I make, such a delicate and pitiful attitude makes people want to bully and ravage even more!