"Warm dust."

"Oh my God, isn't it Wen Chen, who has the first beautiful man in ancient costumes?" Shui Dexiang was surprised and covered her mouth, but the surprise in her eyes could not be hidden.

And Zhou Qiyin on the second floor followed Yan Yijun, looking at his handsome back, he was in a trance for a while, and his footsteps followed, but he didn't notice that he had stopped, and she pounced directly behind Yan Yijun.

The tip of his nose hurt, he gasped, and reached out to touch his nose.

"Little villain, I'm ignoring you, are you going to give it a hug?" Yan Yijun felt a soft touch behind her, and when she heard her gasp, she knew that she was in pain, and wanted to turn around to comfort her, but her body stopped.

"Where do you see that it's a hug, it's just hitting a wall of human flesh." Zhou Qiyin retorted.

Hearing a low smile, Zhou Qiyin suspected that it was his own illusion.

Seeing Yan Yijun continue to walk up, he followed.

I didn't expect to go into the bedroom.

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, he was pressed against the door, his hands tightly imprisoned on the door, and the door made a bang.

The three people below looked at each other, are the two above so intense?

Zhou Qiyin resisted, raised his left foot and kicked it hard.

Yan Yijun had already taken precautions, so he clamped her feet, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of pride.

Zhou Qiyin simply hooked his waist with his right foot, and stuck it tightly with him, flipping it, but Yan Yijun didn't move.

"Little villain, that's a good pose too." Yan Yijun said evilly, which was completely different from his indifference outside just now.

"What, you've revealed your true nature? Outside the door, you are an abstinence, and now you have indeed turned into a pervert? Zhou Qiyin looked him straight into the eyes.

"During this time, I figured it out, I still like you very much, little villain."

Yan Yijun deliberately approached her ear, knowing that her most sensitive place was her earlobe.

"I don't like you." Zhou Qiyin turned his head sideways, avoiding his harassment.

Yan Yijun suddenly smiled, with a hint of evil in his smile, he kissed her earlobe gently, then slowly moved down, stayed between her neck, took a deep breath, and sucked gently, leaving an obvious strawberry mark.

"You didn't resist." Yan Yijun pinched her face with one hand and made her look him in the eye.

"Yan Yijun, do you have to be a hooligan?" Zhou Qiyin said coldly, his phoenix eyes full of anger.

I don't know if it's angry Yan Yijun's tricks, or angry at her own incompetence, she really didn't resist, and even had a little more expectations.

"What, are you going to come back?"

"Don't you think I dare?" Zhou Qiyin laughed back.

"Albeit ......" to try.

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, his lips were gagged.

The soft touch made him stunned for a while.

Zhou Qiyin took advantage of his unpreparedness and flipped fiercely, and both of them fell to the ground, passive and active, bullying and pressing, sandwiching Yan Yijun's waist with his knees, and pressing his thighs with his legs.

"Jun Shao, don't do so many tricks and waste everyone's time."

"Little villain, I think this position is not bad."

The "......" hooligan is indeed a hooligan, and he can play hooligan at any time.

"Tell me, where are the earrings?" Zhou Qiyin didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

"Wait a minute, your leg is under mine." Yan Yijun said quietly, watching her expression change playfully.