"Maybe, that's what you want, Mr. Yan, isn't it?" I looked at him with a smile and didn't refute his words. If I retorted, his answer would not change, it would still be the same flirtatious gesture, so I didn't refrain from doing thankless things.

Yan Shaocheng's eyes were particularly dazzling under the light, and he stood up slowly, his usual elegance had an absolute demagogic ability. I am indeed very infatuated with such a Yan Shaocheng, of course, it is just a pure appreciation for men, and I have no special feelings for him.

The light ran down his broad shoulders and fell on him. The dazzling light shone on his handsome appearance, and I almost thought he was carrying light.

There was a definite decadent beauty in his suit, and I wondered what kind of woman could capture such a man. It is clear that Fang Luyao is not that kind of woman, and neither am I.

He approached me with a smile on his lips, and then he put his arm around me. Such a close proximity that even I had to mistakenly think that I had lost this bet. He looked at me with a dazzling gaze, and I didn't understand the deep undertone in his eyes. I hadn't seen him as closely as I had now, and I was not used to kissing him before, but now I was able to look at him in a calm mood.

I wonder if people are inert and get used to the smell of a person, and they will feel inexplicably at ease.

If so, then Yan Shaocheng is an absolute master in the love field. I can be so easily seduced, I was so sensitive to him before, but now I can accept his approaching for no reason.

He hugged me so tightly that I was in a trance, and he looked down to sniff me and kissed me on the neck. It's so soft that it makes me feel like I'm going to let it go.

But my reason clearly told me that I could not touch such a man. And I can't be a strict woman, I know this very well.

The smell on Yan Shaocheng's body is the same as mine at the moment, and such a taste is easy for me to have a definite illusion. Sure enough, smart men are like this, if he wants the overlord to bow hard, then I can't help it.

I believe that Yan Shaocheng has a way to turn a virgin into a.

My reason told me that I was going to reject him, and I completely subconsciously rejected him. But there is a kind of resistance, which is called struggling tighter and tighter, like a deep mud pool, and I now feel like a fish on a sticky board.

I clasped his hand very tightly, and I smiled for a while. It's not that I'm pushing him back, because I'm wearing a loose yukata at the moment, and his yukata is too big, and I can struggle to get up.

Then I smiled and looked at Yan Shaocheng's eyes, and I couldn't help laughing.

And his eyes were deep, and when he watched me struggle, the wide yukata was about to be broken off. The fragrant shoulders exposed at this moment have reached the point of revealing half of the ****.

The reason I laugh is that men are by nature. For women, their most primitive interest comes from this. This is a man's nature, and there is no way to do it.

"Do you want me to continue to break free, and then watch me get out of trouble." I was laughing heartlessly, I was teasing him. I didn't know how to, but after Yan Shaocheng's pointing, I also learned very well.

"You don't seem to be worried, you may have forgotten that I am not a gentleman, I am a man." Yan Shaocheng said that I looked at me, kissed my neck as he spoke, it seems that he has the potential to be a vampire, and he likes to kiss my neck very much. Do men have quirks, or can he bite open an artery if I don't obey?

I think it's a bit outrageous, but Yan Shaocheng can always make me think a lot.

"When will you give me the clothes?" I asked him for clothes, and it was the second time.

He stopped and looked at my yukata with a definite smile on his lips. This kind of bad smile, elegant enough to make a woman crazy. But I sensed that he had bad intentions.

"Are my clothes bad?"

I remember hearing someone say that only a man's clothes can be worn by his own woman.

"It's bad." I answered him explicitly. It's not just mental, it's factual, it's really uncomfortable, and the skeleton of a man is still very different from that of a woman. It's not a question of whether a woman is tall or not, but a man's skeleton is bigger than a woman's in any case.

"I really want to take advantage of the fire today." He looked at me, and I clearly saw a little lust in his eyes, Yan Shaocheng hid it well, but it looked like a spark could start a prairie fire.

I looked at him with an indescribable smile. I don't know why he doesn't have a sense of crisis when he looks like this. Or am I so that I want to try men? Obviously not, but I have a sense of confidence that he won't touch me today.

There was no trace of dodging in my eyes, and Yan Shaocheng's eyes were a little puzzled.

Then he laughed too and let go of me. I wonder if he's happy with my reaction or if he likes chases? This man is a pervert, and I don't understand what kind of face is behind his perversion. Maybe he's also a disguise at the moment, I can't see his sincerity, or maybe he doesn't have sincerity.

He walked over to the side cabinet and took out a gift box. I think the logo above is the Burberry logo.

"Put it on and try it on." He was rare in tenderness, and spoke in a tone as if I were already his woman.

I took the gift box and walked to the bedroom, half-confused. Get ready to try on clothes.

Out of Yan Shaocheng's sight, I felt extremely relaxed. I placed the gift box on his bed, especially on the white sheets.

When the box was opened, it was a new patchy mesh dress from Burberry, unmistakably white.

Men seem to be too obsessed with white, which gives me a headache. Of course, there is also a bag in the gift box, which is underwear.

Yan Shaocheng is careful, but he is sure of my code number?

But soon I realized that I was overthinking, because I knew that a qiē was so suitable when I wore it on my body. It's completely my size, I don't know how Yan Shaocheng knows it.

I didn't plan to pack my things, isn't this a hotel? It's okay to mess up at all, is it?

I double-checked before I walked out.

I don't know if Yan Shaocheng's favorite style is also like this, or if the man doesn't care about women's fashion, he only cares about the appearance of the lover in his dreams.

It feels like I'm going to say a doll being fiddled with like this.