A large, hot hand was undressing her, and a man's kiss followed.

"Qingqing... Don't you want me anymore......" His deep voice rang in her ears with a slightly drunken heat.

Zhao Siqing's heart trembled slightly, her eyes were lowered and she didn't make a sound, and her body tensed involuntarily.

He seemed a little dissatisfied, and lowered his head to bite her lip.

"Hmm... It hurts ......" she sneered, a little drunk.

"Speak!" He spoke angrily, a chill in his voice.

Zhao Siqing slowly opened his heavy eyelids, looked at him and said softly: "No ......"

He slowly hooked the corners of his lips, and the red lips made people feel a little cold for no reason.

"I don't want to wear this." She spoke softly, her eyes mist.

He ignored her, just kissed her neck socket, inch by inch.

The cuffs on his ankles made a sound from time to time with his rhythm, cold and heavy... There is also a subtle pain...... Extreme shame.

"Ahh Hurt! ”

Zhao Siqing suddenly woke up from his dream, and broke out in a cold sweat.

She turned her head to look around, the bedside lamp was still on, and the room was her own.

It's a dream... It's a dream again......

She looked at her ankles uneasily, they were fine, there were no heavy and heavy cuffs.

Zhao Siqing let out a sigh and leaned on the head of the bed a little confused.

She's... Are you dreaming again?

Another spring dream?

Who is the man in the dream?

Why does she often dream of being given by him... was forced by him......

Zhao Siqing got up and poured herself a glass of water, a little upset.

When I think of the chain that I locked to my feet in my dream, I feel a tremor in my heart.

Zhao Siqing sat at the desk in a daze, really sleepless.

Until now, she can feel the coldness and heavy oppression on the man's body, which makes it difficult for people to breathe.

Zhao Siqing shrank in the boss's chair and looked at the computer, but she was a little absent-minded.

It's all Huo Jingchen......

If he hadn't kissed her feet like a pervert today, she wouldn't have dreamed like this.

But is the man in the dream really there?

Or is it... She's Sichun......

*

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhao Siqing arrived at the studio, and Yang Jingqiu came over.

After Yang Jingqiu entered the door, he glanced at her, saw that there were two faint patches of blue ash under her eyes, and frowned: "Huo Jingchen still lives with you?" ”

"No, I'm getting late." Zhao Siqing spoke slowly.

Yang Jingqiu smiled sarcastically: "Your customers are also so busy until you are so late?" ”

Zhao Siqing was silent, and looked at her with a somewhat cold gaze.

Yang Jingqiu didn't continue the topic, sat opposite her and threw a few photos directly to her.

Zhao Siqing looked at the photo in front of him and frowned slightly.

There are several photos of the same woman, who looks a little heavy, but I have to say that she is still a beauty.

Zhao Siqing just felt that the woman in the photo was familiar, and thought about it for a while, but she never remembered who the person in the photo was.

She simply didn't think about it anymore, looked at Yang Jingqiu and asked softly, "What do you want to say?" ”

"This is the young lady who split Lu Qian's legs." Yang Jingqiu looked directly at her and said coldly.

Zhao Siqing was stunned, and couldn't help but think of the scene he saw at Lu Qian's house that day......

She saw a little bit of a woman's side face, but she wasn't too impressed.

"You insisted on being with Lu Qian at the beginning, I thought you were so sure, but now it seems that you are not as good as a young lady!" Yang Jingqiu spoke coldly, and the words she said were extremely mean.

Even if he has been accustomed to her cold words for so many years, at this moment, Zhao Siqing's heart still hurts slightly.

In this world, how many mothers will compare their children with young ladies?