Shen Yue kissed him gently, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit.

There were more and more thoughts in her mind, she knew that he shouldn't be like this, but his body couldn't help but fall, and he was even more confused, and sometimes, he couldn't even figure out whether he was taking revenge on her or wanting to get her.

Wen Xien was a little uncomfortable being kissed, and kept leaning back, with a vague grievance in his mouth, Shen Yue finally pulled back his reason on the edge of the cliff, loosened a little, and listened carefully, only to find that she was crying out in pain.

It turned out that he unconsciously bit the corner of Wen Xien's mouth, and his lips were swollen, but Wen Xien still relied on his neck.

The tip of her nose was a faint cold fragrance coming from her body.

"It hurts?"

Shen Yue's voice was hoarse.

Shen Yue's fingertips had a thick layer of cocoons, which were very rough to the touch, and the delicate skin was gently touched by him, leaving a red mark.

Wen Xien nodded slightly, then shook his head, and said softly with a red face, "I like you to treat me like this...... But can you tap ......"

Shen Yue's body was furnished, and then he realized that he didn't know when his hand had probed into the other party's clothes.

Under the palm of the hand is the supple and smooth skin. Her beautiful eyes suddenly became shining, and she stretched out her hand to hook Shen Yue's clothes.

The placket was torn open and caused a subtle itch, which was really subtle, but Shen Yue not only felt a little itchy, but also felt a little tight in his throat.

The hands were very white, pale and bloodless, with a sickly look, pink fingertips, slender bones, and well-trimmed nails.

It's beautiful.

It is almost conceivable that if he held it, he might be able to disturb his hand with a single palm.

Wen Xien is usually very bold, but now he is always tempted to dare not enter.

When his hand finally reached in, and when it touched the man's hot skin, it was retracted like an electric shock.

Shen Yue raised her eyebrows and looked at her, seemingly dissatisfied.

Wen Xien swallowed nervously, too shy to look at him.

But Shen Yue's nerves that had been tense suddenly broke, and he began to touch her, the unfamiliar touch was like a greedy snake sliding continuously, he was like a curious child exploring for the first time, full of eager freshness and addiction.

The two didn't know when they got to bed.

Fine sweat gradually soaked the bedding, and the atmosphere became hot, and the strong body covered was heavy and greedy, as if destroying a cherished treasure.

"Ah Yue......"

The low voice, so sweet that it seems to be able to pull out the silk.

But it was like a basin of cold water that woke Shen Yue up.

He lowered his head and looked at Wen Xien, his neck and thin shoulders were densely covered with red marks, he was very hot all over his body, and his heart seemed to be burning with a raging fire, about to burn the person in front of him.

The two of them looked at each other like this for a long time, Shen Yue's chin rested on her shoulder, and the cold fragrance between his nose was like the strongest aphrodisiac, but he still didn't do anything after all, and gently touched Wen Xien's face, ignoring her lost expression.

"Let's go to bed early today, we'll continue another day."

Wen Xien: ......

I think this sentence ......

Wen Xien didn't sleep well all night, and he was really not restless at all.

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The winter nights are bitterly cold, and a thin layer of snow spreads on the ground, shining brightly.

The earth was silvery white and clean, and the snowflakes were still like catkins, like cotton, and like goose feathers fluttering from the sky.

Fan Xian drove the car slowly, and inadvertently, a bright color caught in his sight made him can't help but stare at it for a while, and then braked sharply in fright.

In the chaos of holding the steering wheel in a daze, he lowered the window, and the biting cold wind brought him back to his senses.

This is the most prosperous West Street, Fan Xian knows that there is a shop here to buy peach blossom cakes, this shop is very popular, he used to know that Wen Xien likes to eat sweet, and he specially ran here to buy it.

There was still a long queue outside the shop, a soft-looking person, with black hair and white skin, in such a cold weather, she wore a thick coat, looking tall and thin, and the exposed skin was more white and dazzling than pearls.

There was still a little snow outside, and she didn't have an umbrella, and a thin layer of snow fell on her hair and shoulders.

Fan Xian didn't know what kind of mind she had in mind, but she watched it for a long time, until she bought the peach blossom crisp.

He saw Wen Xien trotting and protecting the peach blossom cake in his hand under his coat.

Fan Xian slowly drove behind her.

The destination is a café called Aika, which is popular in this street.

This café is run by foreigners, and both the coffee and the pastries inside are Western-style, and the heating is turned on inside.

Through the glass of the café, Fan Xian could see the scene inside.

He patted the snow on Wen Xi'en before he went in, but the tip of his nose, which was red from the cold, exposed her.

A man sat against the glass, with hot coffee at the table.

Wen Xien walked over and put the peach blossom cake in front of him, she showed a smile, with a soft smile, like a noble cat cub holding a small paw that had just grown, scratching people's hearts like coquettishness, itchy and hot.

Fan Xian couldn't read the lip language, but he could feel Wen Xien's happiness at the moment, which was Wen Xi'en that he had never seen before.

But the man didn't seem to appreciate it, frowning and pushing the peach blossom cake aside, his cold eyebrows and eyes were very stinging.

Wen Xien stood at a loss, his eyes were red, as if he had been wronged.

But she still took the initiative to pull the corner of the man's clothes coquettishly, whispering something to coax.

Wen Xi'en was born very white, with slender fingers and distinct bones, like a perfect sculpture carefully carved by God, and the color difference was even more obvious when lined by his black coat.

Shen Yue's breathing seemed to stop, but when his eyes fell on the tip of her nose, which was red from the cold, the anger in his heart deepened.

He just casually mentioned that the pastries here are not as delicious as peach blossom crisp, this idiot braved such a heavy snow, and deliberately ran to West Street to buy it, how could there be such a stupid person!

He shook off Wen Sheen's hand and walked out past her alone with a cold face.

Wen Xien glanced at Shen Yue who was leaving in a panic, and hurriedly took the peach blossom book to chase after him.

The man was followed by a tall and thin person, who always whispered good words, and her eyes were full of indissoluble tenderness and love.

The man's expression was still very indifferent, but his pace slowed down slowly, and Yu Guang had actually been paying attention to the people around him.

Fan Xian didn't follow, and lit a cigarette, the smoke ring blurring his delicate and handsome eyebrows.

Professional licking dog. Wincyne

(End of chapter)