Chapter 2: Mistaken Affair

She has a pair of very beautiful eyes, bright and clear, her eyes are like lacquer, as beautiful as black jade, clear, aura, like the brightness of the whole world.

"Hey, are they all so good-looking now?" Cheng Anya muttered to herself.

This man is too good-looking, right? Cheng Anya thought to herself, listening to Lin Li, the people in this bar are all superb, with outstanding appearance and elegant temperament, this man is all in line.

Ye Chen's face sank, and his slender eyes narrowed dangerously?

Is he Ye Chen a waiter? Damn, damn girl, you're dead!

Before he could say anything, Cheng Anya grabbed him by the collar and asked viciously, "Hey, how much do you spend a night?" ”

Ye Chen's forehead was bruised, his cold eyes shot a shocking cold light, clasped the hand around her waist, and tightened suddenly, "You're looking for a man?" ”

"Nonsense, don't look for a man, what do I ask you for?"

This man is not only good-looking, but even his voice is so magnetic, Cheng Anya thought to herself.

"Good!" Ye Chen's voice was so cold that it was shivering, I don't know why, when I heard her say this, a wave of anger surged in my heart, and dragged her into the private elevator, since he came to find a man, he didn't need to be polite, right?

Tonight he rejected N women he accosted, and he was not interested, but he didn't want to meet her, and he was aroused by her.

When Lin Li and the man took the check and returned to the bar, Cheng Anya was no longer there, so angry that Lin Li stomped her feet, and the lewd man's eyes showed a fierce look.

Cheng Anya was sweating and ready to move, in the elevator, the innocent girl turned into a bewitching goddess, and her young body kept rubbing Ye Chen's body, exhaling like an orchid.

Well, this man smells so good, with a faint smell of tobacco, no artificial perfume, clean and warm.

He forgot his anger, and hooked her chin wickedly, and his deep eyes looked dangerously at the bright color, and with an evil look, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her crimson lips.

The dexterous lips pried open her teeth, conquered the city, hooked Anya's lilac tongue, sucked and bite, swept over every part of her delicate skin, Cheng Anya's back ran through the current, trembling all over, her legs were weak, if it wasn't for Ye Chen holding her, she might have collapsed on the ground in shame.

This man really has the ability to hook people!

This woman, the poppy, is dangerous and deadly.

The two young bodies rubbed together desperately, impenetrable, Cheng Anya's face was red, Ye Chen's breath was short, and the whole space was full of ambiguous colors.