Su Tong took a breath, forced himself to calm down, and slowly walked towards the man sitting on the sofa.

The footsteps were soft, and they drifted like clouds and mist as they walked.

She stepped on the drums of the ancient Indian songs, and slowly stood in front of him, a string of bells ringing on her slender ankles as if it were a magic barrier to the soul.

Su Tong has been here for a few days with her lip biting, but she has never encountered this tense situation, and Gu Yan, a domestic helper in the Gu family on weekdays, is considered her employer.

She is cautious in her words and deeds when she takes care of his daily life on weekdays, but today something like this happened.

What a damn ......

The man sitting on the sofa had a face as expressionless as a marble carving.

Mo Huaiyuan just deliberately provoked him to say that he didn't touch these because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to brake if he touched them, so he just wanted to try whether he could brake or not.

Goblin?

For him, he prides himself on his self-control.

Behind the blindfold, the senses were clearer, and the woman's shallow breath flowed through the room with the music.

Her soft body writhed with classical music, and her soft body was as seductive as a beautiful snake.

Slowly, the scent of sandalwood on the man's body spread as she danced.

In the dim light, Gu Yan's face is extremely handsome, with the depth of Westerners, but full of the mystery of Orientals, which really fascinates many women, and at this moment she forgets her identity as a maid during the day, and only treats her as a strange man and woman.

Of the few guests she came into contact with, he was the best-looking, and even his taste was charming.

Chromophobia, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, it is not shameful to have desires in the body, which Su Tong knows very well, but this feeling of being a little uncontrollable has never been experienced in a few guests in the past.

She bit her lip lightly and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you like it?" ”

Usually in the Gu family, she didn't say anything to Gu Yan, and even she almost didn't believe that this voice was made by herself, and Gu Yan couldn't recognize it.

Time passed little by little with the ancient Indian music, and there was a cold smile on the corner of Su Tong's mouth, and the cold and charming aura penetrated from her invisible pores, and she would not stop until she hooked out the soul of this man.

When all else stopped, the man's hoarse voice rose in the air.

"Su Tong......?"

When Gu Yan called out her name, Su Tong seemed to have been split from the middle of her brain, and the whole person fell heavily from the man's body to the carpet, and her slender calves knocked on the tabletop and immediately screamed in pain.

This voice confirmed Gu Yan's guess even more, when did his maid become Mo Huaiyuan's dancing girl?

This woman was so bold that she dared to play a game with him to secretly cross Chen Cang, and when she thought of this, her anger burned him as if she was about to lose her mind.

The erotic handcuffs couldn't stop the angry beast, and after tearing it off with great force, he reached out from behind and ripped off the blindfold.

This scene stung his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes glowed with a bloody mist.

The woman who had fallen to the ground curled up, her long white legs lined up with the curled black skirt.

When his eyelashes blinked and his red lips bit lightly, and when he looked at him with a pale and panicked face, he didn't have the goblin appearance that charmed all beings.

The man leaned over, his tall body pressed close like a mountain.

He always brought her infinite oppression, even if the man was someone she knew.

Su Tong looked at the slight redness and swelling around his wrists with a pair of watery eyes, and he couldn't imagine that this man seemed to have the power of the wilderness, and he tore off the rubber hand.

Knuckled fingers pinched her slender ankle, almost crushing her ankle bone with all the force.

The intense pain stimulated Jiang Liannan, and her slender snow-white neck raised helplessly and whispered pain, like a noble and elegant but extremely desperate swan.

"Does it hurt? It might as well be a little more painful so you don't do something like this......"