Then she heard a short mockery from him, with thorns, to cut all her flesh and skin, and to clean all her dignity.

Shi Yan guessed that he was stimulated by those two photos and the accompanying text below, but as for what reason he was stimulated, she didn't fully know.

Just looking at his expression, it is not simply like the anger of being afraid that Jing Xi will find out and destroy his marriage, but mixed with other strange emotions.

Is it her accompanying text, which plagiarized the copy he told the world three years ago? Or is it the photo of the two skiing together in the Year of the Rabbit, and the photo he took to commemorate the first anniversary of their relationship was re-placed in the circle of friends by her after a few years?

She wanted to explore further, so at the risk of being strangled to death by him, she came up and pestered him again.

She just smelled the wine on him, and the understanding she got along day and night three years ago made her gamble, and now he needs her, even if it is not sincere, just physically, he is not willing to resist her.

When she approached, her heart beat irregularly, like a leather drum struck by a wrestler, afraid of his rudeness and violent violence, but when her lips were close to his ear, she was not pushed away.

She knew she had won the bet.

Fu Zhuoyi is the sea, she is a lonely boat, she needs to look at him with her neck on a humble face, he deliberately punished her, tied her hands with the straps of her bathrobe, and pressed them behind her head.

Obviously, her eyes were impatient, and his lacquered eyes were full of scorching fire.

But he was still on top, admiring her expression in her sinking desire.

She twisted her wrist in difficulty, leaning her neck to kiss Fu Zhuoyi, but he avoided it again and again, occasionally grinding his rough thumb on her shoulders and the bare skin of her thin waist, or through the shirt, stirring fire all the way on her vertebrae.

Shi Yan's face turned red, I don't know if she was angry or hot.

"Fu Zhuoyi, you are not a man."

It's a man, how can he not be interested in a woman? Or is it to such a flowery, bewitching and charming woman as her?

Fu Zhuoyi's eyes dimmed, the burning flame under his eyes seemed to be suppressed, and his head was lowered, opposite the tip of her nose.

Between breaths, there was a sudden sneer, three points of coldness, three points of mockery, and four points of disdain that saw her through.

"Shi Yan, what kind of calculations are you playing, you know it yourself, I didn't bother to play with you three years ago, so you can play me around. This time, if you dare to go too far, weigh yourself and weigh yourself, whether you have this life. ”

After he finished speaking, he got up to leave.

Shi Yan didn't know when she had already broken off her tie, hugged his waist and rubbed him with her legs.

She knew what Fu Zhuoyi meant, but she was still obsessed with what happened back then, and felt that she was not worthy of letting him be emotional, and wanted her to turn around and be played by him.

But she really doesn't mean that now, if the two get along peacefully, maybe they will also be a pair of happy friends, doesn't he know that the more things she can't get, the more obsessed she will be?

Fu Zhuoyi couldn't help but stiffen when he wanted to get up.

He couldn't help but look at the place where the skin of the two of them met, under her slender and soft waist, there was a pair of lace panties, but what made him tremble was not her self-inflicted destruction, but a pair of black wings covered by lace.

It's a pair of wings, eagle's wings.

And when the waves under his eyes were turbulent, Shi Yan had already completely opened his bathrobe, he was wearing boxer panties, and there was a black petal where his abdominal muscles were hidden.