Chapter 3 Don't Move If You Want It
"What? Don't move if you want to. ”
The man holding her down spoke in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse, but extremely good.
Ye Yan was stunned, pretending? What is she pretending? Even if she wanted to hide in his room, she didn't want to be pressed by him like this.
And, he, he, he...... Ye Yan felt the fiery high-spirits that belonged to the man, and was ready to resist her, one hand parted her legs, and pulled her skirt up.
Ye Yan's scalp instantly went numb, her hand rested on the man's chest, and she stammered, "I, I don't want it, you let go of me, stop it." "She doesn't want to hide here, if she knows that she will face such a violation if she comes in, she won't come in if she is killed.
Having said that, Ye Yan's body clings to the man uncontrollably.
It's hot, it's really hot.
Sticking to this man, she's not so hot.
Ye Yan even lifted her legs and crossed them around the man's waist.
"Do you call it that?" The man spit out these words mockingly, lowered his head, and choked her slightly trembling lips.
"Hmm......" Ye Yan's body went soft, and something exploded in her head.
The man's kiss was extremely aggressive, his breath was hot and wild, probing the tip of his tongue and sucking deeply on the back of her head.
Ye Yan was a little stunned, and the heat all over her body completely exploded under such a deep kiss, losing the only bit of clarity, and responding to him frantically.
The man paused in response to her, then grabbed her hands and raised them above his head, changed positions, and entered sideways from behind......
The breeze blows gently, as if trying to blow away all the darkness of the city.
After a night of madness......
The fingertips of the person on the bed moved, the man's sharp and deep eyes suddenly opened, and Feng Ye sat up.
The white sheets are bright red, and the air has a unique smell of lingering.
Ran away?
Feng Ye's eyes deepened a little, and his gaze stayed on the red on the bed.
Thinking of that fragile, clean face, Feng Ye picked up the phone and called his assistant Lin Ming, and ordered in a cold voice, "Give you a day to find out the girl who was in my room last night and find out." ”
Ye Yan fled in the middle of the night.
The whole body was tossed like a falling apart, and the pain between his legs was to death.
She should have slept over, but the effect of the medicine passed, and she regained her senses.
Looking at the messy room and herself, Ye Yan took advantage of the man's satisfaction to sleep, and ran out of here quietly with a pale face.
Ye Yan walked out of the hotel, and the whole person cried loudly.
Her innocence was lost by her in this way.
She couldn't sue the man for alkalinizing her.
Because it was clearly recorded in her mind that it was she who threw herself into her arms, and it was she who wandered around the man's body.
She wrapped her coat tightly, combed her long messy hair with her fingers, and pretended to be calm and went back to her uncle's house.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, the light in the living room was still on, and the reflection on the window was visible, and Ye Yan knew that it was her uncle waiting for her to come back.
"Yanyan, you are a girl, you have to clean yourself and love yourself, you can't come back so late, you know?" Uncle He Jianguo saw her push the door in, and said a heavy sentence with a heavy face.
Forty-five-year-old men, like most mediocre middle-aged men, have bald heads, beer bellies, and there are quite a few of them.
But there is also a director's dream, using all his belongings to set up a small film and television company, wanting to make a small-budget movie.
Are movies that good to make?
Even if it is a small cost, it is something that an ordinary family like my uncle cannot afford.