"It's been years, and I don't remember it exactly."

It was as if a wind was blowing in, and the tea in the teacup was splashing with ripples.

Duan Baiting lowered his gaze, and his slender jade-white fingers finally picked it up.

After taking one sip, he got up and left.

That was the only side he had ever seen of her before marriage.

It wasn't much different from the few times I saw her before, except that she was taller and taller each time.

It's still so beautiful that it's unforgettable.

But he didn't even have a vague outline left in her mind.

There are so many people around her that it's normal not to remember him.

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Song Wanyue was still chattering and asking him if she was beautiful or not.

Duan Baiting seemed to be annoyed by the question, gagged her lips, and swallowed all her voices.

She was held by him, swaying gently in his arms.

She obediently tickled his boots.

The sound of the waves in my ears is in my ears. She smelled the faint saltiness.

Duan Baiting's voice was thick and asked her, "Has anyone else written you a love letter?" ”

Her throat tightened: "Yes...... Yes, there are a lot of them. ”

"Junior high school classmates?" He asked casually.

"There are also high schools."

Slender jade white fingers, skillfully found her life, knocked open.

Song Wanyue simply gave up struggling and pursed her lips.

He laughed: "Why do you look like you are going home?" ”

"I didn't, I didn't finish talking about it just now, and I ...... after college Segment...... Duan Baiting. ”

Her voice was choppy. Putting her arms around his neck in fear, he finally understood the thrill of wild camping.

"I'm scared."

The extremes of things must be reversed, and when the water is full, it overflows.

The tension in her whole body was relaxed in an instant, and she leaned softly against Duan Baiting.

Gasping for air.

It was only with the hand on her waist that she did not fall off him.

Duan Baiting smiled: "I haven't done anything yet. ”

He really didn't do anything, even the clothes on his body were meticulously neat.

She was drenched in sweat and her hair was sticking to her face.

It was as if it had just experienced a wave.

She rubbed his shoulder: "I want to go to the tent, I want to lie down." ”

She is really good at being coquettish, and she completely grasps the lifeblood of men.

Even if the other party is Duan Baiting.

-- The cold-blooded and unsympathetic Duan Baiting in the mouth of outsiders.

But her soft body and voice made it difficult for him to resist.

It is precisely because of this knowledge that there is nothing to fear in front of him.

It's not that he doesn't eat hard and soft, and he doesn't eat oil and salt. At least, his beautiful body fascinated him.

Song Wanyue was like a vine, softly wrapping around her.

The sound is more inviting than this spring night-like sea breeze.

"Duan Baiting, I don't like this posture, my pelvis will hurt after a long time. And it's too dark outside to see your face clearly, I want to look at you. ”

Chapter 33

"I love seeing you because of the way I look emotional."

This is true and false, and in the current scene, it is really difficult to distinguish.

Duan Baiting was dumbfounded, and rubbed his fingertips on her red and swollen lips that had been bitten.

He didn't care, what could be done with the truth or falsehood.

To put it bluntly, one speaks, the other listens, it doesn't matter.

But Song Wanyue is really sincere, and it is not a lie.

He usually has a pair of eyes that look indifferent to all living beings, as if all things are weightless in his heart.

Duan Baiting is indeed a person with weak feelings, he lacks empathy, and he lacks the compassion that human nature should have.

So it's not an exaggeration to be called cold-blooded.

In the eyes of some, he is no less terrible than Satan in the Bible.

But Song Wanyue didn't know how thick the sky was.

"Tingting."

She called his name, her voice delicate and delicate.

At night, the sea breeze is indeed strong, the vast beach is empty, and the palm trees on the roadside cut it off from the outside world.

That kind of speculation like falling to the bottom of the sea made Song Wanyue's heart contract.

She understands the thrill of camping in the wild.

Duan Baiting complied with her and carried her into the tent.

There's plenty of space inside, with a low table next to it and a soft sleeping mat on the side.

She sank into it, like lying in the clouds.

The overhead lamp was shaking, and the tiny light fell into her eyes.

His arms were propped up at her side, and the undulating veins swirled over his arms like mountains, all stretched at this point.

He lowered his head to kiss her, his strong, strong arms wrapped around her soft waist.

Through the thin dress, she could even clearly feel the lines of his arm muscles.

When the autonomic nerves are excited, they can cause muscles to tense.

His body temperature was hot, no longer as cold and temperatureless as usual.

A slight stretch of the hand that completely covers her waist.

When biting the lip flap, swallow the undulating Adam's apple. The muscles are tense and the muscles are strong.

It's all about irresistible sexual tension.

Song Wanyue inappropriately remembered Shizuka's words, if Duan Baiting didn't have the power, wealth and status he has now, would he still be the first choice for the crush in the hearts of so many daughters and celebrities.

Song Wanyue has experienced it herself, and she will definitely do it.

Power, wealth, and status are gone, but the face and body are still there.

Even if he sells his hue, he can become the richest man on the rich side.

"Tingting." She snorted coquettishly twice, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said that her legs hurt, "It should be that the cold wind blew a little cramped just now, you rub it for me." ”

His throat was jerky and his breathing became heavy.

The light was right above them, so she could see his eyes and his face as well.

I can see more clearly what he is doing at the moment.

It's easy to see at a glance.

He had already prepared, and he had brought everything he should have brought with him.

Song Wanyue couldn't help herself, and put her hand on his sweaty abdominal muscles, and her fingertips drew the sinuous and bulging blood vessels.

She continued to coddle with him.

The voice is sweet and greasy.

One will say that they will stay with him for a long time, another will say that they will be close to each other, and another will depend on him for life and death.

In the end, it is completely integrated.

She really liked him, especially at the moment, and the dopamine was pleasurable both physically and mentally.

She loved his well-dressed wildness.

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Song Wanyue woke up in her room in the villa, wearing pajamas made of real silk.

A long slip skirt that covers the ankles.

She was the only one left in the room at this time, and Duan Baiting was long gone.

Only the cold sandalwood that seemed to be there could prove that he had indeed been here.

Song Wanyue was lazy all over, walked to the bay window and lay down again.

Light pink lace curtains are stacked and you can see the sea from here.

During the day, the sea was blue, and the seagulls were flying low, and she saw the leaves of the palm trees swaying in the wind.