Jiang Yang returned to the dressing room to rest after dancing, the strong movement made her body sweat, and the thin clothes were slightly attached to her body, making her posture more delicate and graceful.

She lowered her eyes chatteringly and fiddled with her phone twice.

Before she could react, her body was pulled heavily and she fell into the man's arms.

Familiar woody aromas mixed with slightly drunken wine wafted over.

Jiang Yang raised his eyes and crashed into the man's deep eyes.

She shook the hand that was tugging at the man's suit, her lips opened slightly, and she said in confusion: "Second master." ”

Ye Tu lowered his eyelids deeply, and his cold gaze slid over Jiang Yang's dress.

The almost transparent thin shirt was put on her, and when she moved a little, the scenery inside was looming, and how much did she have to be seen by people for such a violent dance?

His expression was indistinguishable, and his tone was mocking: "It's cool to dress." ”

With a wave of Ye Tushen's hand, the clothes on Jiang Yang's shoulders slipped off, revealing a large area of porcelain-white skin.

The coldness invaded and swept by, leaving a cold feeling, and Jiang Yang subconsciously trembled.

"Second master, you ...... What to do? ”

Her low voice was tinged with panic, and her eyes subconsciously dodged.

Jiang Yang didn't expect to see Ye Tushen so soon, and his appearance made her a little unexpected.

Ye Tushen's fingertips touched the delicate skin of Jiang Yang's bare shoulders, and his strength slowly increased, rubbing a touch of red on his white skin.

Jiang Yang's little face was a little bright, and he whispered in pain: "Second master, lighter." ”

Ye Tushen lifted his eyelids and snorted disdainfully, "Jiang Yang, leaving me to become this ghost, giving up on yourself?" Is it now a person, you can play with him? ”

If he insulted people, he opened his mouth to come, without taking into account Jiang Yang's feelings.

Jiang Yang lowered her eyes, gathered her clothes, and covered her shoulders, what she wanted to cover was not the shame of being exposed, but the broken self and the last bit of dignity.

She retorted imposingly, "No, I'm just here to dance, I didn't think about hooking anyone, I've grown so big, I've only played with you." ”

In the next moment, Ye Tushen held Jiang Yang's waist, easily picked her up, and put her on the makeup table, the bottles and cans on it were scattered in a sparse manner, and some were swept to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Jiang Yang's eyes trembled, and he handed it to the yin owl under his eyes.

"Second Master ......"

"Shhh

The thin fabric shattered on Ye Tushen's hands, followed Jiang Yang's tender skin, floated down, and scattered on the ground.

"Okay, then play with me."

He lowered his head, his teeth biting on Jiang Yang's collarbone.

"Brother Shen, it hurts."

Jiang Yang trembled her throat, her hands were uncontrollable, and she grabbed Ye Tushen's suit, like pulling outside, her strength was small, and she couldn't break free from Ye Tushen's struggle.

Ye Tushen had no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, and he didn't let go until the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

He twisted the blood stains from his lips with his fingertips, he stared at the red stained on his fingertips, and hooked his lips: "Jiang Yang, are you still wavering?" ”

Jiang Yang's big tears rolled out of his eyes, and the tearing sensation at his collarbone was clear, and the pain continued.

With Ye Tushen's dark eyes, her vision was not clear again.

"It's not a wave."

Her soft voice was a little crying, as if begging for mercy and as if begging for peace.

The contempt in Ye Tushen's eyes was wantonly cast on Jiang Yang, and his thin cold lips spit out lightly: "Please me." ”

Jiang Yang choked up, his timid eyes lifted slightly, squeezed his palms tightly, and said word by word: "Please, Brother Shen." ”