Leng Sicheng's face was a little solemn, and his eyes seemed to be as deep as an abyss, he walked over with steps, and quickly walked behind her.

No one spoke, and it was quiet in the bedroom.

"Tick tock", it was the water dripping from the ends of her wet hair, Gu Qingqing lowered her head, held a hair dryer, and was about to blow her hair, Leng Sicheng suddenly reached out and snatched the handle of the hair dryer in her hand and turned on the wind.

The "whirring" wind blew, and finally there was a sound, Leng Sicheng's fingers grabbed a handful of her black hair, and the silky strands, like satin, swept over his fingers, gradually changing from wet to silk-smooth. Through the thin cracks of his fingers, like the wind that cannot be grasped, it gradually sprinkles.

Soon, her hair was dry, and he was still standing behind her, and she was also sitting on the stool, and the two of them looked at each other in the mirror, and he never stepped forward, and she never looked back.

Suddenly, Leng Sicheng put the hair dryer aside, stepped forward, reached out to circle her body from back to front, lowered his head, suddenly grabbed her lips from behind, and kissed her hard.

Gu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, she saw that in the mirror in front of her, she was tightly surrounded by Leng Sicheng behind her back. The man's handsome side face approached, and the thin soft lips tightly sealed the corners of her lips, making her even breathe a little unsmooth.

This position of being forced to turn her head and kiss was very uncomfortable, and she almost immediately began to resist!

Sensing her resistance, Leng Sicheng originally grabbed her hands from behind and immediately grabbed her wrists. Gu Qingqing's face stepped back, as if she wanted to avoid his kiss, Leng Sicheng simply let go of her hand, picked her up, and turned her around, so that she was facing herself and sitting on the dresser. Then he stepped forward, stood on the edge of the table, grabbed her hand, pressed her against the cold mirror, leaned forward, and kissed her unquestionably.

"Hmm-" Behind her was a cold mirror, and in front of her was Leng Sicheng's slender and fiery body. She wanted to resist, but he held her hands tightly, and her legs were stuck on the dresser by him, unable to move.

Twisting left and right, I only heard the sound of "ping-pong" skin care product bottles falling down one after another. The more she struggled, the more Leng Sicheng refused to let go!

An inexplicable feeling of humiliation hits my heart!

What does this mean, does Leng Sicheng regard her as an object of catharsis? Yesterday he went to Shangcheng, but he didn't enjoy it, and promised his parents not to go out to find a woman again, and Xu Zipei was hospitalized again...... So, treat her like the only woman you can vent your emotions with?

Although, in the past three years, he has been doing this, and even pays for it. But now, she really doesn't want to endure it!

Leng Sicheng kissed enough, let go of the hand that was holding her wrist, and moved to the button of her clothes - wanting to untie her clothes, wanting to be intimate with her!

As soon as he let go of his hand, Gu Qingqing immediately stretched out his hand and pushed his shoulder away with all his might. Leng Sicheng frowned slightly, as if he was a little unhappy, and wanted to come over and continue. Gu Qingqing tilted her head, and Leng Sicheng's kiss fell on her cheek. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her voice was a little hoarse: "I'm very tired today." ”

She had refused this way in the past, but in exchange for Leng Sicheng continuing without hesitation. Unexpectedly, after Leng Sicheng heard this, his whole body was slightly stunned!