As soon as Wen Yan's hand was released, the crutches were thrown on Lin.

"Dang" sounded, the aftermath was still in her ears, but Shen Xihuan only felt a flower in front of her, and when she came back to her senses, she was already lying on the bed, and his whole body was pressed against her.

It's a feeling like I've never used before......

The two of them had their legs together, he only supported his arms on either side, and his upper body was slightly up, but the temperature of his chest and abdomen still burned her through his clothes.

She was uncomfortable, but she couldn't move.

He was so close to her, just looking at her quietly, his eyes were as black as an abyss, and there were stormy waves below, and the river and the sea were overturned, but at this moment, the air was stagnant, and the needles in the room could be heard.

It was as if it was calm before a storm.

He is a little strange like this.

"Warm ......"

The voice was hoarse, and before she could utter the word "Yan", he suddenly buried his face in her shoulder socket, and his warm breath spat on her neck, and her heart tightened, and even breathing became difficult.

He said three words, muffledly, she couldn't hear clearly.

"What are you?"

He repeated: "I am not allowed...... I won't allow anyone to touch ......."

In the next second, her earlobe was slightly painful, soft and warm to the touch, it was Wen Yan's lips.

She couldn't help but call out his name, the syllables shattered, but it made the psychedelic atmosphere splash with dangerous sparks.

He gently took her pink earlobe, licked and grinded it repeatedly, and occasionally bit hard, as if electric light flashed between his lips and teeth, and the shivering sensation like electric shock took this as the source, and instantly swept through her whole body.

Layer after layer, surging in, dragging her and dragging her, going deeper, more unknown and more confused.

She tried to push him away, but she couldn't muster her strength, and her hands were pressed under him.

His whole body was hot, and the tip of his tongue was on fire; Her face was as red as fire, but her lips were trembling.

seemed to be aggrieved, as if afraid, finally, two lines of hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and brushed his face.

In an instant, he stopped.

He wiped away her tears with his cuffs, but the tears were pouring and endless. His heart softened and he whispered softly: "Don't cry, yes...... It's me who is wrong, don't cry......"

It's okay if he doesn't speak, but when he does, she cried loudly and howled like a child's tear ducts had been opened.

There was a sound of scratching the door outside the bedroom door, and it was Meow Meow who heard the heroine crying and was scratching the door with her claws.

He supported his head with one hand, lay sideways beside her, silently accompanied her, and wiped her tears from time to time. It wasn't until she was tired of crying and her nose and eyes were red that she gradually stopped crying, but she still sobbed twice from time to time.

What a baby full of grievances.

His heart was so soft that he could pinch out the water. His gaze was still locked on her, twisting her, but there was only a delicate tenderness left in his inky black pupils, as if he wanted to bury every inch and every inch of her into his eyes. From then on, Gao Haikuo, she belonged to him alone.

Half an hour later.

Shen Xihuan sat cross-legged in front of the sofa, silently eating a Big Mac omelet rice. What Wen Yan did in person can be regarded as an apology.

Hmph~ When she is a child? What kind of sincerity is omelet rice?!

She dug a big spoonful, wrapped the fried rice in egg skin, and took a sip, and ...... Okay. Then, bite after bite, gobbling up, the wind swept away.

After all, crying is also very calorie-consuming.

Wen Yan sat on the side, his long legs overlapping at will, and his right hand habitually turning the ring.

He regretted his impulsiveness a little, how could he explain it to her?

Suddenly, she stood up with a third of the omelet rice left......