The slender and upright body of the young man sat on the edge of the bed, his face slightly sideways, and his fingers casually clasped the back of the machine.

Her long eyelashes hung down, and her pale and thin fingertips traced back and forth on her delicate features.

His face was hidden in the dark, and his expression was difficult to distinguish, but he never made a sound.

Lin Qiangrose was still there to continue to ask, but the tone of his voice had been made extremely uneasy and flustered by his silence, but he didn't dare to hang up the phone easily.

"Song, Song Shao... Are you okay? Yes, or I'll ...... next time."

What replied to her was still endless silence.

Half a sound, the fingertips fell on Yin Hong's lips, a slight pause, and slowly brushed by.

"Are you looking for him?"

The voice that suddenly sounded had a smiling magnificence, and the tone was slow and delicate, but it was creepy and chilling for no reason.

Lin Rose on the other side didn't have time to react at all, so she trembled violently and stammered:

"It's... Yes, I'm looking for him, Song, Song Shao is he, what's going on......"

The young man's deep dark gaze stopped on Song Jin's sleeping face, and slowly swept by, and then he pulled his lips and chuckled sly, and his fingertips gently brushed her eyebrows and eyes.

"He's being by me, do you want to hear him cry?"

His tone was clear and smooth, slow and logical, but his words seemed to be quenched with poison.

Lin Rose didn't seem to expect this answer at all.

There was an unbelievable "ah", the chill instantly spread all over the body, the cold fingertips were trembling violently, and the half-ring finally eased up, and he wanted to apologize, but the young man on the other side had already hung up the phone.

The light on the phone's interface has long since dimmed.

Most of the delicate and fair-skinned young man's face was hidden in the shadows, his jaw line was smooth and thin, lining the corners of his lips slightly pulled, and his dark and cold black eyes were like ghosts.

With a pale face, he casually let go of the phone, letting it smash on the heavy woolen blanket with a muffled "bang" sound.

He turned his head to look at the person who was sleeping peacefully in bed.

He lowered his eyes to hide the surging dark color inside, took the finger she placed at his side, brought it to the soft red lips, kissed it carefully, looked at her, and whispered softly and gently on his lips, "Brother, be good, don't force me anymore, okay." I don't want to deal with you right now. ”

His cold fingertips slowly brushed her half-covered forehead hair, fully revealing her eyebrows, and then dropped a kiss on them, "Good night." ”

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Song Jin woke up with a thin quilt on his body.

The air conditioner in the room is on, and a few rays of dazzling light that symbolize the early morning emerge from the gaps in the black floor-to-ceiling curtains.

She looked down at her body, the first button of her shirt had been unbuttoned, the front placket had become slightly loose, and other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The feet are still there, and there are sensations.

Thankfully, fortunately.

Song Jin shook his groggy head, hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, untied the chest strap in front of him, and barely gasped, "It's really strangled me." ”

Tied up for a night, undoubtedly with the tightest inside. Sleeping, Song Jin looked down at the red marks of several deep marks there, and was silent for a while.

said sadly and indignantly to the system: "I must sleep with him, otherwise I'm sorry for my small breasts overnight!" ”

Men are comfortable when they sleep and unbutton their fronts, but women are different, especially women like Song Jin who wear men's skins.

The system ignored her, and just explained coldly: [He didn't touch you, and he didn't find out that you were a woman. 】

Before Song Jin could say anything, the bathroom door was opened-