As for taking away.

Idle, have fun.

The possessiveness and plundering power between men are a fire that does not need to be lit.

Shen Jing was not quiet all the way, humming and chirping, and took off her shoes after a while, "It hurts, don't wear it." ”

Her feet lifted up and landed on the center console, white and tender.

Zhou Lushen reached out and grabbed her ankle and pressed it back.

She frowned, "It hurts, you rub it." ”

The corners of Zhou Lushen's mouth pursed a smile, and then he returned to normal, holding the steering wheel and concentrating on driving.

I don't know where her home is, take it to the hotel.

She looked down through her bag, not knowing what she was looking for.

will come over to him coquettishly and call him 'Fei Fei'.

"Drive slowly, Feifei, or I won't invite you to the restaurant."

"Fei Fei, the smell in your car is good."

The night was dark, breathing in the closed carriage was prolonged, and her 'Feifei' did not say a word.

When she arrived at the hotel, Shen Jing leaned on the co-pilot and was sleepy and thirsty, and was held by a powerful palm, which pushed her against the bent arm, and the hot hormonal breath came to her face, Shen Jing stiffened suddenly, and the wine completely woke up.

His gaze gradually returned, and her whole person was steadily straddled on Zhou Lushen's waist, and he was carrying her high heels and bag on the other side.

The chin rubbed against the man's shoulder, it was really strong.

The lip flap moved, and in the end nothing could be said.

Just... Who does Zhou Lushen recognize?

I don't recognize myself as my grandmother.

The only thing I don't want to be embarrassed is to continue to pretend, pretend to be drunk, and I don't know anyone.

entered the suite and was thrown directly on the bed by Zhou Lushen.

He didn't turn on the light, and Shen Jing fell into boundless darkness, but she had a headache and was in no mood to think about anything else.

Footsteps were faintly heard, the lights in the bathroom were turned on, and the sound of falling water was heard.

Shen Jing was lying there meditating, how did she get mixed up with Zhou Lu Shen?

Memories are suddenly fragmented.

After a while, Zhou Lushen came out of it.

The only light was extinguished.

Shen Jing instinctively trembled slightly.

suddenly couldn't pretend to be drunk, even if he was stuck in the dark, he really couldn't think carefully in front of Zhou Lushen.

He pursed his lips, "Afraid of the dark." ”

Shen Jing bit her lower lip, "I'm afraid." ”

He threw away the towel in his hand to wipe his hands, and was extremely cold, "Live by yourself." ”

As he turned.

Shen Jing stretched out her hand and grabbed his trousers, "How did you find me." ”

Zhou Lu snorted, "I'm looking for you?" ”

"Zhou Lushen, why you." Shen Jing leaned on her back.

She couldn't see Zhou Lushen's expression clearly, but she could feel that he was leaning over at the moment, and his hot breath wrapped her.

"Remember who I am, huh?"

His voice was low.

It was like something was gnawing at the tip of her heart.

Shen Jing leaned forward, made a bad look, and gently kissed the man's cold thin lips, "Thank you." ”

After saying that, it didn't seem to be enough, so I made up for it again.

His lips were thin, cool, and soft.

Zhou Lushen didn't have too much emotion, but his voice was a little joking, "What, want to get it?" ”

Shen Jing raised her head slowly, what?

He raised his hand to turn on the light.

Illuminated by the cold light, Shen Jing narrowed her eyes.

Zhou Lushen's face was sunk in the backlight, and his eyes as deep as a secluded pool were facing her.

"Look up."

"I don't lift it." The more Shen Jing spoke, the more she lowered her head.

Zhou Lushen grabbed her belt and lifted it, pinched her chin with a wet palm, and his kiss fell without rules, and when he tasted it, it became more and more ruthless.

Shen Jing almost instinctively held his arm.

He pressed her feet and feet, half-kneeling, and rubbed his palms all the way along the soft line of her side waist to her back.

Through the slightly thinner fabric, the temperature of the man's palm pressed and burned her back.

She couldn't even breathe, and her whole brain was in chaos.

Zhou Lushen bit the corner of her mouth, squinted her eyes, and looked at her confused appearance mockingly.

"Gasp."

She did.

"Gasp again."

Shen Jing is not proficient in this skill in the end, with a crying voice, it sounds miserable.