Over the past few days, Yu Zexiao has really kept his promises. Not only is the filming serious and motivated, and she doesn't have to worry about it anymore, but she doesn't conflict with anyone anymore.

If the only bad thing is that, it's like this

He also seemed to know her determination, and did not force him to have a relationship with her. Of course, the nervousness of filming is also a reason. However, he always found all sorts of opportunities, pinning her against the wall, chuang-on, and kissing wantonly in the bathroom.

At first, she resisted twice. But the more she resisted, the more out of control things became. Once, because of her violent resistance, Yu Zexiao forced her on the dresser in the dressing room, pestered her and kissed her for most of the day, and the field staff outside the door kept calling the door and ignored it. Later, it was Jian Anning who used Foshan Shadowless Foot, and he let go of his hand with one knee against his sore spot.

Because of this incident, Jian Anning had a temper with him for a few days. Since then, Yu Zexiao has changed his thinking. In public places such as on the set and in the studio, she is no longer too persecuted. But when you come home and close the door, you can do whatever you want.

Once or twice, no matter how Jian Anning refused, he was like kraft candy, and he couldn't shake it off. So much so that later, although she still didn't have the deep feelings for him that she treated her boyfriend, she gradually got used to his hugs and kisses. Even if she still rejects this relationship in her heart, Yu Zexiao is like a sea, pulling her into it mercilessly, and then slowly drowning.

Moreover, she was a little embarrassed to find that Yu Zexiao's kissing skills were getting better and better.

In fact, it is difficult to compare, because except for Yu Zexiao, she has never had intimate contact with other men at all. However, compared to his rampage, merciless sweeping, without any skill, and even sometimes his teeth would puncture her lip flap - it was definitely several notches higher.

He pressed her down, first with his slender, piano-playing fingers, lightly touching her lips, tracing the shape of her lips, and then pressing hard and rubbing against her white teeth. When she relaxed a little, he mercilessly dug his slender fingertips into her mouth, letting her warm and soft lips encircle his fingers. As if simulating his posture of owning her, he slowly went deeper, and then slowly withdrew. It wasn't until his dark eyes began to glow with a hint of confusion that he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the nimble tip of his tongue, dancing with her pink until he died.

After a long, deep kiss, he slowly lifted his head. Jian Anning, who was pressed down by him, was like a blooming rose at this time, slightly swollen and bright red. Her cheeks were also filled with a faint flush, and a pair of eyes that were usually too calm were also tinged with a blurry water color. Pure and sexual, serious and charming, these two completely different temperaments are perfectly blended in her. The color of her original six or seven points after suddenly rose by ten!

When a man wakes up, he is already prone to impulse. At this time, it is a hotel room again, with air conditioning slowly supplying air, a quiet and comfortable environment.