Chapter 039: Harbor Night 9
Cheng Xilu didn't know why he was so bold.
In that burst of depression, it seems to be full of extreme pleasure.
All movements are instinctive and impulsive.
She even began to regret it for a moment, so much so that she went too deep into herself, and didn't find that Yu Zongting's breath was holding her breath, and the bottom of those eyes that she couldn't see was setting off a turbulent tide little by little.
When the tip of his nose was about to touch his thin lips, Cheng Xilu couldn't resist the growing nervousness, and finally had the intention of giving up halfway.
Her eyelashes twitched, and she was about to open them slowly.
But it didn't work.
The next second she let go of her fingers, her waist was suddenly wrapped around his broad palm, forced, and then tightened.
Cheng Xilu's feet were unstable, and his body fell into his arms along the force, and in a hurry, his hands softly climbed his shoulders.
"Miss Cheng."
Yu Zongting's voice was very low.
He spoke in a low voice, his dark gaze burning with a hint of heat on her slightly trembling eyelashes, "Tell me, you are a little awake at this moment. β
The girl in her arms was quiet.
Tight.
I don't even dare to open my eyes.
She knew what she was like now.
If last night was an accident, then at this moment, it is a real embrace.
Cheng Xilu finally opened his eyes, slowly met his eyes, and said softly: "I'm not sure, so I want to try." β
Breathe at hand.
The girl's cheeks were already stained with red tides.
Yu Zongting slowly reasoned and asked in a low voice: "How do you want to try, just like just now, or go deeper?" β
This sentence fell.
Cheng Xilu was slightly embarrassed.
So no matter how hard he endured, he could already see that her heart was shaking.
Even if he refused to ride in his car that night.
Including all kinds of things that once drew a line with him openly and secretly.
All in all.
Her temptations were too clumsy.
And he, happy to indulge.
Leave her enough time and psychological construction to pierce this layer of window paper.
Yu Sheng, sure enough, carved the gentleman into his bones.
At the age of twenty-two, how could she be an opponent.
Since you are not an opponent, let's retreat from the difficulties.
"I've known Mr. Yu for less than half a month, so let's talk about going deeper."
Speaking of this, Cheng Xilu looked at him with a hint of self-deprecation in his eyes, "I can't even control people's hearts like Mr. Yu, play with you, I'm afraid I won't even have scum left." β
She made no secret of her desire to retreat, and she used two unclear comments on him face-to-face.
The air was silent.
Yu Zongting's face was unpredictable, and he looked at her with his head down, as if he was considering the sincerity and perfunctory nature of her words just now.
If it is the former, then heβ
There was a faint darkness at the bottom of the man's eyes, which was very faint.
"I remember you once said that you don't admit defeat, but you can afford to lose, so now, what are you worried about?" The corners of his lips lifted slightly, apparently believing the words from her mouth.
Cheng Xilu was caught off guard by his question, and his breathing was chaotic along with his heartbeat.
In the stagnant breath, he let go of the hand that was imprisoned on her waist, helped her to her feet, and took a very gentlemanly step back, widening the distance between the two of them that were too close.
"Do you want me to answer for you?" His tone was inaudible.
Cheng Xilu turned his face away, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he couldn't suppress the grievances in his heart.
The next moment, his tone softened, and expressed her concerns, "Do you think that I have made an exception to a beautiful girl many times and done everything just to make her take the initiative to climb into my bed." β
Cheng Xilu's heart was shocked.
"Speak."
"You have the capital."
"So in Miss Cheng's view, capital is a weapon to measure how dirty a man is." Yu Zongting's face was gloomy, and from beginning to end, his eyes never left her face.